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.