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.