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.