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.