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.