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.