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.