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.