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.