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.