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.