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.