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.