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.