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.