It

skims through the panorama
of a world that exist
in compartments of convenient
labels across cereal boxes
and those who eat it:

male
female
straight
gay
trans
bi

fitting each tag
across the neck
like an identity
waiting to be seized
and yet
too loose
too tight
none was right

for the half size
would have done the trick
a little in between of in between
for in this cornflake box of a world
something is sure to fit

half a male
2% female
less straight
diet gay
light trans
lactose free bi

where the jargons are unending
and the need for taxonomy
infinite
drawing strings for a word
that captures it beyond
the whole called Humanity

but the linguist fall short
baffled by a word
they cannot frame to a convention
beyond mere Latin and Greek
Anglo-Saxon and orient
roots
this ambiguity that is

so i scribble the aptness
that only the self can pertain
to describe the in between
that is me,
with



my name.