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.