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.