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.