1955- Poem

By Ava


Eating (perspective of Traynor’s wife)

Traynor lays in his bed reading the newspaper.
Eating
And eating and eating.
Today his black friend is coming.
He bought a house for her.
I slept in my room last night. Like everyother night.
Traynor is more distant than when we got married.
We knew each other for 5 days
Before we tied the knot.
He never quite fell in love with me.
He tells the cook to make a big feast
For two.
Guess I'm not eatin’.
When she arrives, Traynor and I are sitting on the steps.
Out from the car comes a big fat lady.
She walks up to the house and Traynor introduces me.
He seems nervous.
He makes a nasty remark to me, and I burn wholes through his green satin outfit.
I open the door for them and disappear.
I go to his bedroom, I tear his comforter down and lay in his sheets.
After a while, I go down to the dinning room, I peak in.
Traynor and the lady, eating, eating and eating.