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.