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.