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.