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.