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.