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.