I CELEBRATE myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease...
Leaves of Grass, 1855
All verbs inflect,
All nouns shift,
Me and the sun never switch places.
In silent making the wish was I,
demand to whomever for another, whom,
Amid such tranquility,
Sense the romance that’s not love.
Wenjüe Lu, 2020