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.