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.