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.