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.