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.