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.