I Used to Know a Man

Scandinavian Review, Summer 2003 by Forsstrom, Tua

I Used to Know a Man

I used to know a man.

He said he was a doctor and

let his patients happily bleed to death.

He took walks during the nights

god knows where to, it wasn't to any

catastrophe-hit areas. I sat

in a rocking-chair, rocking. He played

the violin in a Schrammelquartet and found pleasure in it.

Whatever he did, he enjoyed it.

He said no one would want me.

I said no one would want him,

except me. I said I would sell everything, it won't

cost anything. That man. His patients

actually got so sick that they died.