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.