You read two poems at once.
The upper meaning wears a white suit,
A beautiful suit, works in New York,
Born in Louisiana, here are the black and white
Photos of the parents. Instructions clear.
Now comes the other meaning, the lower meaning,
The secondary meaning, kissing you,
Hugging you and calling you dear.
And what it feels about porn and presidential politics
And there’s a hair on your upper lip
And outside it is getting dark and I’m tired
And depressed and confusion grows.
I need to write another poem.
I need to go home. And wash some clothes.