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.