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.