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.