At Trader Joe’s 

A guy who works there

Told me he loved my white frames.

 - I can hardly pull my black ones off,

 I can’t stop staring at you!

At check out

The red-haired cashier

Asked me what I’m doing

This weekend.

I told him all about my white equine

While he was scanning my veggies.

He seemed impressed.

I don’t know why

Men seem to want me

Now.

What changed?

Is it my ruffled mane?

The smell of dust and sweat?

The farmer’s tan?

Can they tell that

I’m toughening up?

Wait till I bleach my hair

White.