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.