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.