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.