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.