I'm having a conversation with snoop dog over the phone. We're talking about mundane things, laundry, pet food, washing dishes. Meanwhile there are small groups of people in black waiting for kisses. I approach them, pull one from the crowd and kiss them. When I do this the crowd gets bigger. One man's mouth tastes like sour cream and onion chips, another woman's mouth tastes like cherry cobbler. The crowd moves, disappears, then reappears as I move through the park, as I meander around while talking on the phone to Snoop Dog. I see Snoop Dog perched under a tree. I drop my phone and walk towards him. He smiles. Next to Snoop Dog the largest group of kissable people in black huddle in for lips. I choose a black man. We kiss, I feel sawdust in his mouth.
