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.