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.