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.