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.