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.