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.