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.