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.