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.