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.