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.