Inheritance by Maggie Devers

Inheritance Maggie Devers She tells me she likes the new sideWhere they eat pomegranates all dayAnd her lifeSounds like an ancient poemChanted down the agesTo her at six.I wonder if the myths are always in usAnd we ache to relive them through art She says meditate instead of prayAnd Stracciatella instead of chocolate chipAnd I think that’s a generational vernacular shift in the right directionShe holds the scrunchie open and pulls her hair throughAt the final pass she stops halfway, a poor man’s bunAnd I wonder what’s inherited and what’s instinct.More from Maggie Devers ↓Read my debut poetry book, For My DaughterFollow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure