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.