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.