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.