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.