Learning Anthropology in the Bronx

When I was a kid you called someone

an Indian giver if he wanted

his jump rope or baseball card back

and you had no intention

of handing it over

at least not graciously

maybe if he punched you

instead you just ran away

with it clenched in a fist

shouting Indian giver over your shoulder

but maybe his mother

talked to your mother

and she made you return

this thing, treasure,

bounty that was a gift but maybe not

so you developed this knowledge

that Indians did not make

reliable gift givers and neither

did the kid down the block.

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