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.