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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