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.