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.