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Lauren Zuniga is an internationally touring poet, educator and activist. She's been featured on Upworthy, BoingBoing, MoveOn.org, Autostraddle and Everyday Feminism. She is a three time national slam finalist and one of the top ranked female poets in the world. Zuniga believes spoken word poetry is as much about community building as it is about art. She has performed in over 200 schools and universities across the country as well as in prisons, shelters, churches, train stations and even on a city bus. Her work is informed by her experience as a queer-identified, single mother of two living in the conservative state of Oklahoma and spans such topics as self-awareness, sex/body positivity, feminism, conscious community and social justice. Her second poetry book, The Smell of Good Mud was a finalist for the Oklahoma book award. In 2012, she served as Activist-in-Residence at the University of Oklahoma and was voted Best Local Author from the Oklahoma Gazette.  MoveOn.org called her poem, "the most riveting message" Daily Kos called her a "voice that can change the game." Pank Magazine said, “If imagery and language are the sea on which Zuniga’s poems sail, then her ability to reach the shared human experience is the boat in which she rides.” She lives with her two kids, her girlfriend and a sad vegetable garden in Oklahoma City.
 
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the dream i had last night

You were the arcade coach. I was just twirling the joystick and pressing buttons. I kept beating everyone. I was sure someone would find out. You said, That's all any of us are doing. 


The house was 300 years old and the doors kept slamming. All of the children had harmonicas. it wasn't like we could do anything about the river. So we sat next to the piano and sang til we cried.