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.