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.