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.