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.