on thirsting for certainty

By Abigail Taylor

I'm taking notice of how

I've demanded meaning

of things undefinable,

futilely squeezed definition

out of liminal lemons

to fill my drink with a tonic

of certainty, and though

this alchemy has no promise

for visions of shapely edges

my body recognizes that

love, in one form, is

simply taking notice

Copyright, Abigail Taylor, 2026