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.