huge places along the Baltic Sea
Lithuania never to see that six year old again
rusty condensation he licks from within his floating steel chamber
crushing sounds of storage containers and ******
“Blessed” mother tells him “Labadini” you’re going to America
small buttons from her blouse
torn from his country
his traveling companion
a mouse
just until hunger hits so hard
the taste of fur stuck in his throat
comes to mind in Disneyland
Mickey and that wretched boat