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.

More from Maggie Devers ↓

• Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter
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