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.