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.