Amber, I remember
when you were still tree sap.
We thought that a woman had a baby
when the daddy kissed her belly
and we tried to ignore
the death-twitches, crystal
Your mother gave
when you two were too long poor
for a fix.
Now, you trap boys like flies
and you are hardening,
Growing into your name.
I absolutely love the connection to your friend's name you've made here and the likening of growing older/wiser/something else? to the hardening of tree sap into another material altogether. So interesting and profound in just a few lines. Love it.
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