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.