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.