"Porch Light."
I don't have a lot of poems with Greek mythology references,
but I don't know.
For some reason, the Charon one and now this Demeter one,
so I guess I'm just showing off.
[LAUGHTER]
"Porch Light."
Barley.
Poppy.
Then pomegranate.
Now front porch light.
There's no longer a sensation without the one, once cradled
in tissue, swaddled in blood--
feeling her hiccup inside the inside.
Turn the pages of a calendar to retrieve one's daughter
from his underground vow.
I must unlock the door, leave it ajar,
since by degrees the son-in-law rations my weather.