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.