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.