I am asking the state for my inheritance now by Anvesh Jain

Poem name: I am asking the state for my inheritance now Poet name: Anvesh Jain Poem: In Bronson Park the municipality left red toy chairs for tony couples. Think, lover in tax-season, how to claim the property given in our name: a trussed steel table, two chairs with four cabriole legs each, the Afghan chin at the War Museum we overlook, my 1975 Triumph Ravine, its rent gears surviving off the savings we scraped together in Nicosia. If the CRA auditor comes to forbear, file my fingers into the wood cabinet of your palms, beg for the residual cheques of their peace. End of poem. Credits and bio: Copyright © Anvesh Jain Anvesh Jain was born in Delhi and moved to Calgary when he was one year old. His poems have appeared in literary magazines in Canada, United States, United Kingdom, Portugal, India, and South Africa. He was an editor at The Hart House Review from 2018 to 2021. Anvesh is a chai enthusiast, and loves cricket. Pilgrim to No Country is his first book (Frontenac House Press, 2022).