I am the vodka collins.
A sweet and sour.
Honesty and kindness,
reliable and thoughtful.
I am the one who listens
to all your midnight problems,
all your nightmare dramas,
and all your wishful thinking.
Show up at your door,
casserole or pot of soup
when you are sick.
Mail your birthday card,
good wishes and luck inside.
Read your words and say
this is good, needs work, is shit.
But tell me, dear,
what are my sour parts?
I am blind.
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