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.