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.