Revisionist Poetry – My Relationship with a Cookie, v.2

Study the chocolate-chip cookie —

a thin, hard planet of sugar.

On its skin, chips glint like constellations;

beneath, a warmer gravity.

I could bite deep and erase the softened center,

or nibble forever and never hear

the single true note it keeps for itself.

So I wrap a corner in foil,

ladle fragments into coffee,

and let the saved sweetness

make everything else worth returning to.