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.