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.