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.