Jacqui Thewless - Dylan T.

I was twelve years old.

The one-man band from Duluth
with harmonica
blowing in the wind. Not you, true
boyo
destined
to die forever
young;

a few of us

kids brought your into-
nations back to life
on Saturdays after classes
at the Dundee Rep.
The others read.
Fumbling into love
with consonants and tones,

the idea of Wales

suddenly began to regurgitate a mouth -
organ for blowing raspberries
and getting lost and passionate, and all
without even knowing
I had swallowed
Llandudno
at the age of two.

Jacqui Thewless

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