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.