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.