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.