Darwin laid me on a piano to see if I could hear. When I danced, he knew and so he fed me to a goldfinch. Her ponytail was messy, her earrings were mirrors, Her shirt clung and fell like a breathing butterfly. She gripped a microphone, through which I writhed one long muscle, contracting hard. I breathed through my skin. If it rains, I will certainly drown to the undulating hum of power lines. A fine, fatty blood mare red as earth, gleaming; I strive for the surface I push aside everything.
Porsche Jones (she/her) is a writer and artist living in Manchester NH. She had a few poems published in high school and then was distracted for about 20 years. Recently she has won the 2025 Slam Free or Die Wheel Poetry Slam Championship. Her work deals with queer love and nightlife, womanhood, being an artist, class issues, disability, and her relationship to the earth. Sometimes she mentions her beloved senior chihuahua, Gordita.
