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.