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.