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.