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.