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.