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.