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.