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.