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.