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.