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.