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.