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.