I find the idea of having enemies silly
Where would I find one?
In alleyways of grief?
In forgotten childhood toolshed of twisted intentions?
What would I do with an enemy if I had one?
What enemy could harm me more than I have harmed myself?
What what I do with an enemy if I had one?
Plot slow revenge, steam open letters,
booby trap my poems?
We could do harm to each other
by turns, or both at the same time
Anger, hatred, be careful when someone gives these gifts to you
They are not very good ones
And what of lovers?
They are easier to find than enemies.
Not people to got to bed with
(Though there's that too!)
Or set up domestic arrangements
But anyone who will love you for a moment or two
Or deeply and long