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.