"Dear Enemy."
In the city, the climate is hostile, which suits me.
The people are all demand, a sequel, a protagonist,
something new to fear.
Without you we are uneasy.
What disquiet in this lack.
All this emptiness to fill.
Your fury is insistent, a ringing in my ear.
The hazard is high, which heightens my desire.
Intelligence suggests we were designed this way.
And the city built to keep you out, keep me in need.
The high ground is under attack, but the struggle
feels far away, while that, which I desire,
will eventually tire me.
It's more than I can bear.
This interminable want turning and turning.
The market responds favorably.
Dear terror, I come looking and I find you everywhere.