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.