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.