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.