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.