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.