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.