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.