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.