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.