how soon i have learned your scent
like a child or an abandoned puppy.
and how quickly i have begun to construct
a shelter around you
a shelter of you.
how often already i have wished
for a stronger arm, a stronger soul
to bring to bear on those stubborn pains
which i hope you are ready to leave behind
because they are taking up space in the rooms
of my new home, and i am a great thrower-away
of things no longer needed.