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annika gavlak

loving:

a concept sweeter than the practice

eyes glazed over watching my instagram feed like the glass window

between a pedestrian and designer furs

I’m begging for you to take me home

wearing:

every day turned once a week turned over in someone's hands at a party

does this belong to anyone?

used to be slumped over the back of your chair

now watching swimsuits and linens appear at your door


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annika gavlak

i think sometimes i’ll never be full.

i eat and eat and eat and eat and

it is so exhausting

to have my fill.

i’m watching a woman bite her nails through

the bus window

as she grips the steering wheel,

making a snack out of a habit.

i slip a penny under my tongue and cherish it,

feeling the tang round out my mouth

like an after-dinner mint.

i’m giving thanks and saying grace that it is over

but He knows i’ll have to do it all over again

the next time my iced coffee is lonely.

 
 

Annika Gavlak is a former America's Got Talent contestant and private school dropout from Los Angeles. Her work can be found in Spectra Poets and the upcoming issue of The Big One Magazine.

@annikasaige