Chanting, Do Not Disturb

Famous surfers float in the waves just before they break on the beach. It's nighttime and there are hundreds of surfer hippies watching them. A full moon beams into the water. A fire pit roars, people drink and dance around it. Michael walks away from me taking Beckett with him. I stay and watch the surfers in the water. There are dolphin sharks swimming around them. Everyone claps and screams. A man with giant lips tells me stories, asks me questions. I'm intriguing to him and feel a relief in this intrigue. My phone buzzes. The men in the water stand up in applause. I bring the man's face close to mine. We kiss. His lips are a combination of all the lovers I've ever had. My cell phone says chanting do not disturb.  

Snoop Dog

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.