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.