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.