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.