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.