Not One Day at a Time or even One Hour but just this much, the space between the forefinger and the thumb. Just this much can hold a cup of coffee, a shower, another few lines on a resume, a call to a friend. The next task. I have friends who adore me, but now, a proximal tenderness needs to come from me. From inside. "Darling, dearheart, just this much.
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