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.