VI

confession

dadaism

debt

III

this poetry

these words

are not for you

are not to you

I

your sculptor had memories I had heard

sentimental memories of your dead father

and a deceased sculptor

it was a clay object

a gift

oh, the pain you cried!

my punches rerouted

through multiple bodies

and through the sculptor

and landed on your bloodied nose

and the hand that broke, due to your body

you did not pay me

V

rumors said

i broke a clay object made with the hands

of a padma shri, meera mukherjee

II

i labor

under the graves of your

three storied building

and bourgeois memorabilia of centuries

i labor

to pay back the Rs. 30,000

you snatched away

to maintain my clean conscience

IV

oh, the pride, i feel

of disrupting a collector's life

a cyber receipt for dadaism

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