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.