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.