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.