He called me a Jew,
Donny did.
I learned his name
at a basketball game.
I am not a Jew.
This moment is indifferent.
This finger and thumb are confused.
He threw small portions of gravel
at me and the team I belonged to.
Donny’s team wore black.
We all wore red.
After the game,
we went to McDonalds
and got ice cream and Coke.
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