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.