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.