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.