One day, you and I

are standing in the kitchen of our family farmhouse

and you say

“Why don’t you put on

that orange blouse

and some of that red lipstick

and we’ll go over to

Jim’s for a while?”

I don’t remember if we went to Jim’s place

which was down the road a few kilometers.

In fact, I don’t remember anything after that.

But, in a way, it doesn’t matter.

Because those words you spoke to me that day

already told me everything I needed to know

about my worth.