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.