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.