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.