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.