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.