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.