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.