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.