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.