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.