for Hansie
By Helen Franzmann, Vacant Dragon à la Subverted Lips
Published 27 June 2024
I’ve often wondered about the
soft rumble that occurs when you laugh
washing you now I understand
it's been there all along
the stone
made smooth inside you
rolling around
gathering love from your corners
you quietly present it to me
almost as if
it were nothing
I gently soap your head
in the way that I think might feel best
cool water runs to the floor
Is there a song in my fingers?
Is that pressure ok?
Footnote: this poem was created using the Dreams or memories constraint as the starting point.