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.