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.