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.