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.