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.