Dinner
Phil Elverum
The feeling of walking with no bag
And, like, one thing in my hand
I could keep walking forever in that way
So having walked until dark
Like this, with nothing
How does the world look now?
It looks different
Seeing the world on a walk with nothing, I ask myself
"Where is dinner hiding?"
"And why wasn't it hiding before when I had all my stuff with me?"
It’s because I didn't care
So having walked with nothing until dark
I say
"What can I not do with my bare limbs?"