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.