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.