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.