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.