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.