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.