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.