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.