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.