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.