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.