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.