Native

My wigwam reeked
of Camel non-filters

Dad-built
hand saw pushed
through two by fours
and Bama pine

The door flap?
Mom’s plastic tablecloth
harvest gold
white fuzz on the back

Inside,
boney cross-legged
pine-sap sticky
chigger-snack thighs
sweat trickling through
a stretchy Injun training bra

I was

Pocahontas of Dothan
ignorant
that I would find Jesus
change my name to Rebecca

Bruised Sacajawea
after being struck by Toussaint

Native.

—Dorn