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.