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.