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.