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.
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