The length of my longing
spans four dimensions

the distance an eyelid blinks
during a three hour sandstorm

the potential of a well-fertilized
mint sprig in an open field

tip of ear to tip of foot
of a rabbit chased by a hawk
every waxing moon
for three generations

whichever is longer

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Tess Matukonis currently lives in Charlottesville, VA. When she is not writing poetry she is foraging, moshing at a psychedelic rock show or camping. Her poetry has appeared in Tule Review, Apeiron and The Wax Paper.