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.