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.