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Dad
Click.
The line goes as silent as our entire conversation.
Inhale.
I hope someday you can go back to the days
that were not “good days” or “bad days”
but just days.
-Gabriela Joglar, Lunchtime Poetry
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Michelle K., But I Am Selfish.
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Alice
They say all men are rabbits.
Roasted Carrot
was the shade of her
spray tan
Who followed who down the rabbit hole?
-Gabriela Joglar, Lunchtime Poetry
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Pasta drainer:
I too know what it is like to have words punched through you.
Gabriela Joglar, Lunchtime Poetry
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If you wear poison tinted chap- stick, don't bite your own lips.
Gabriela Joglar, Lunchtime Poetry
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While you sleep she sits and erases the freckles on your back in the hopes no old lover can ever find her way back
Gabriela Joglar, Lunchtime Poetry
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Yo te dejaría sin esqueleto. Tus huesos evaporándose con cada sonrisa falsa.
Gabriela Joglar, Lunchtime Poetry
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En el filo de tu adios
todo se cae
Gabriela Joglar, Lunchtime Poetry
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I always forget to kiss,
until -eyes shut-
I am kissing.
Gabriela Joglar, Lunchtime Poetry
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You mean well,
but like an over watered cactus
I'll die
drenched in your worry.
Gabriela Joglar, Lunchtime Poestry
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Quien dijo que estamos tan lejos de las estrellas? Si pongo una mano en tu pecho, y otra en tu espalda, por un breve intante tengo un universo entre mis manos
Gabriela Joglar, Lunchtime Poetry
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Wow this is just amazing!
Melissa Lozada-Oliva - “Black Thong Underwear”
“What does it mean if you don’t care where your heart is as long as there’s money in your savings account?”
Performing during prelims at the 2015 Women of the World Poetry Slam. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!
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I like the smell of cigarette smoke,
(and ihale it)
the way vegetarians secretly like the smell
of bacon.
Gabriela Joglar, Luchtime Poetry
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Des-alojar el espacio donde se des-borda todo mi des-amor. Des-amarrando penas. Des-andando pero con tal de des-ear algo nuevo.
Gabriela Joglar, Lunchtime Poetry
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¿Y que hago con tanta rabia?
-La doblas en un barquito de papel y la sueltas a flotar.
Gabriela Joglar, Lunchtime poetry
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