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.