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.