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.