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.