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.