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.