Mixed Nuts

Alone in my head with all of my thoughts on guard and keeping up my mind sharp. 

Mixed nuts. 

Surrounded by conversations that are laced with contradictions, I am on my own. 

Mixed nuts. 

What does a girl like me do under these circumstances?  Are there rules? Even a guide – doubtful

Mixed nuts. 

Exhausted and nervous, told to “be kind” by the same man who said he would “fire me” if he knew me twenty years ago. 

Mixed nuts. 

Now all I see are empty boxes and a full garage, far too much to do ALONE.  Knowing that is how things will continue – on my own. 

Masochist, I am told. 

Mixed nuts. 

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