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.