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.