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.