lying           
          in   my   room,           
  arms flopped over the edge of the bed. 
      something poking  my left  hand, 
                  something     slimy, 
      slithering  around  the fingers, 
          up   the    arm.          
 is   it  drug-fueled  apathy?         
         i   don't   move   the   arm. 
                                 
 whatever it is that's tasting me,     
 it   moves   further    up,           
 reaches    the    armpit.             
 i  turn  my  head  toward  it.        
            looks    like    seagrass. 
        it's  kinda   cute.         
                                 
     once  it's up my  neck and  on my 
 face,    i    bite    it.             
       the  texture  is like that of a 
 juicy                          grape, 
     and the squish tastes like  sweet 
                      cucumber.    
    it's  very good.    and i    
 suck    more   of   it   in.          
            chew    it.             
    the seagrass doesn't seem to mind. 
                                 
     apathy   gone,  i  sit  up.      
      the tendrils are stuck under    
    my shirt,    entering by  the arm 
 and  exiting  through  the collar.     
    this makes it  hard for me  to push 
 more   of   it   in   my  mouth.       
    i make to remove the shirt, but the 
 seagrass finally  protests when i try to 
 move    my     left     arm.           
      so  -   eating  it  is  ok,     
       moving  it is  not.