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.