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.