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.