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.