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.