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.