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.