do you still like to eat black & white cookies?

all summer i buy you black & white cookies.
the house is humid so they live 
in the freezer. i want to try one
but don't. i imagine they taste
like newspaper & dominos. 
growing up my brother & i had a set of dominos. 
we didn't know how to play with them
so, we'd just line them up across the floor
to be knocked over. i'm imagining 
dominoes on your tongue. 
everytime i see the cookies 
i think of thick butterflies--
the cookies creasing down the middle
& flying out the window. 
has this ever happenned? you would tell me?
this summer is wide like that. 
like moths made of dough. i told you 
one night i wanted to sleep
through august & i meant it. 
i don't know why but i thought 
of us on either side of a black/white cookie.
i'm sleeping in the dark & you're bright & awake.
the dark is beautiful & hungry.
i am beautiful & hungry all through the heat.
how long can i live without a window 
in my bed room? 
i don't watch you eat the cookies because
that would be rude but i imagine
the crumbs on the counter & you wiping them away. 
whenever someone tells me they like a food 
i buy it over & over
until they're no longer hungry for it.
this is how i love you, i know,
& i am sorry. my dad likes spearmint leaves
& twizzlers. my mom likes apricot scones.
my brother likes necco wafers &
candied dates. i don't have a food like that.
i eat moths when the chance arises.
i have been known to suck on street lamps.
you don't know any of this because
love for me means i crease myself down the middle.
this side is for you to know
& this side is for me to walk barefoot in.
maybe we all need our darknesses.
in the summer, night is rare & precious.
the sun is loud & intrudes on every conversation.
i try to eat lunch outside somedays 
in the shadow of a building. 
i always melt in the light
& i think of the cookies so safe in the freezer.
one on top of another. they dwindle.
a layer of icing. half-moon faces
peering skyward. do you still crave
black & white cookies?
i crave their symmetry. 
the contrast. meeting in the middle. 
they flip like each day. they will burn out
like every moon does. which side do you 
eat first? or do you eat 
both at the same time?