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.