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.