to turn everything soft

how the solstice puzzle
of flower blooms on a black map background
sucks me in
so that i jokingly say things like
lunch… lunch ? what is that?
while hovering around the
partially-assembled puzzle
on the kitchen table
doused in gold
everything (the road, the evergreen tree tops, our faces)
around us as we walk on the frozen-turned-soft gravel road
bathed in bronze
curled up on the couch
not quite verbal
after the movie with too much violence
which wasn’t that much
but i am a tenderoni
and afterwards we resort to watching
dogs-on-skateboards videos
to turn everything a little bit soft again