Inheritance by Maggie Devers

Inheritance

Maggie Devers

She tells me she likes the new side
Where they eat pomegranates all day
And her life
Sounds like an ancient poem
Chanted down the ages
To her at six.

I wonder if the myths are always in us
And we ache to relive them through art

She says meditate instead of pray
And Stracciatella instead of chocolate chip
And I think that’s a generational vernacular shift in the right direction

She holds the scrunchie open and pulls her hair through
At the final pass she stops halfway, a poor man’s bun
And I wonder what’s inherited and what’s instinct.

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