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.