Jane wants me to meet her French friend.
He loves a girlfriend of hers. He might
be different with men, Jane says, but
he has a great interest in Native
Americans. I say, I could say, I know
a lot about Native Americans. Some
of my best friends are Native Americans.
But that sounds patronizing. Yes,
she agrees, You should say, Some of my
very best lovers are Native Americans.
Only later in her absence, I recall
that Jane descends from Pocahontas
through the Randolphs of Virginia.
Pocahontas is upon us:
she will forever haunt us.