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.