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.