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.