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.