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.