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.