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.