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.