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.