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.