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.