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.