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.