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.