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.