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.