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.