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.