Marriage Poem by Adnana Zeljkovic

I X-rayed my life:
Thirty years together
(a life-span in Africa) ,
spent in the kitchen.

My kitchen is so white,
monotony of this color
almost hurts the eye.

Tried to trick myself by adding
a huge pile of oranges
against the white background
to make a fresh, perfect picture.
.
Oranges are my children.
They light up
my garden of Eden.

I can play with them,
I can eat them up
I can even write a poem
with their orange blood,

oozing
from the corner of my mouth,

trickling, so sweet,
into my Eden

so much
it makes me feel
Eden is forever.