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.