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.