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.