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.