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.