Right Now Ago

A reworking

If it doesn’t rip me to shreds, 
I don’t want it. 
Jaw dropping love 
all tired and sore, 
chests heaving 
with exasperated brilliance. 
Where do I find the energy? 
In snooze fests 
around a warm, 
gentle lake 
algae in full bloom. 
What fun is that?