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.