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.