WILD GIRL

The wild girl from high school
that crazy kid
who was always up for anything
and anyone
and couldn’t care less what you thought
who fought like a tiger
and fucked like a freight train
and fell like a comet
in regular galactic rotation,
she can be found
fatter
off of Forty third,
selling real estate
when not hauling her kids to karate.

Traci got normal.
Traci grew up,
though you didn’t see it,
couldn’t imagine it,
the girl that made school
so educational,
is gone,
replaced by a matronly mom.

She doesn’t talk about the old days
doesn’t talk to the old crew
unless they’ve proven
they can supply the twenty percent down.
It’s not that she doesn’t trust;
she just doesn’t know,
you know?

Traci, that wild girl,
disappeared into apocrypha
even as you desperately
seek her still.