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.