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.