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.