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.