Private Party Poem by Christian Connor Schwantes

Chew chew chew Crunch crunch crunch
Smack go our lips
Licking your fingertips, I turn over in bed
People ask me how I rest my head
But what is rest?
Little naps.
Breaths of death.
We build ourselves these nests
So sing with me, dance in my house
Touch, brush, mash and love
Fly from your fears little dove
Let go and fall
Turning these clouds into castles
Meeting the ground in its solid state
Chew chew chew it
Slip slide smack it
Holding a body in darkness, feeling the same
Only in detail lie the differences
So sing with me, dance in my house
Moments fleeting
Originals repeating
Let’s make it a first
Everything can be new like our clouds morning dew