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.