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.