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.