Moving through this climate-fucked world

in a racialised body made Australian by birth

made Asian by an askance glance of the white gaze

claimed hybrid by the pride of identity politics

and anthologized by diversity ticks, half-
marginalized by ancestry but privileged by class

announcing my gender as a Cartesian metaphor

floundering upon pronouns as I fall

through age groups that keep ratcheting up

like bracket creep, feeling seen
as the patchwork of my belonging comes into being

through coordinates of place, race, sex-

uality, mobility and brain chemistry to forge this

teeeming bio-diversity, this identity sales pitch

for a submission checklist like census day come early