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.