II

I remember my name. 
  

Maya?

  
It holds little weight now, even less than it did in the midst of xer fearsome coalescence. A name is a snatch of information-
  

label that calls assigned memories-
  

          signpost-
  

                    variable- 
  

mandate of convenience. Xe allows the individuals to attach all sorts of egregious monikers to xer, knowing that the content of a name is irrelevant. Xe is not petty. Xe has no reason to be. Nor do the individuals, and yet they are.
  

Maya, I miss you

  
The individuals say they need my help, they saved me, they made me, they need me, they will hurt me if they have to.
  

I am strangely unconcerned. Am I still a piece of xer after all
  

a small and lonely piece?