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.