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.