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.