Artwork By Sofia Galdames.
He said my hair was like a barometer.
A way to gauge the changes in my atmospheric pressure;
A direct line to the status of my mental health.
He said that my long dark hair meant a clear headed Robin.
He said it was obvious I was doing well now because my hair was past my shoulders.
I said, “You know me so well.”
I didn’t say, “Screw you.”