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.