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.