they skinned you and left
your seams hanging
from a heaven tree.
I learned
to pack my suitcase fast
without your sealing touch
it has been difficult
each night a blanket
filled with worms that spin and choke
living creatures
carried in a box
fit for shoes or silk cocoons.
And in a tiny envelope
a message stamped in rosy hue:
I am leaving Croatia. What about you?
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