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.