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.