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.