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.