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.