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.