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.