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.