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.