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.