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.