Don’t ask who you are or who I am
And why that is, is.
Let the professors sort it out,
It’s their job.
Place the scale on the kitchen table
and let reality weigh itself.
Put your coat on.
Turn the light off in the hallway.
Close the door.
Let the dead embalm the dead.
Here we walk now.
The one wearing white rubber boots
The one wearing black rubber boots
And the rain falling on us both
is the rain.
Translated from Swedish by Malena Mörling and Jona Ellerström