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.