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.