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.