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.