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.