I wish to wear a doctor’s robe
So I could come to you on call
I wish you were the shirt
On my body, or I yours
I wish we were in a glass
You as Gin, I as tonic
I wish I were the left kuaizi*
You were the right one
Together we dive into
A bowl of steaming jiaozi*
I wish you were a bright-colored
target on a shooting range
and I were a bullet
speeding fatally towards you
I wish I were a firefly
And you were the light
So I could smash myself upon you
In a shower of sparks
*Kuaizi are Chinese chopsticks, Jiaozi are Chinese dumplings.