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.