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.