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.