Overexertion

We all remember the ways in which we used to become tired. Deep inside, there, around the bones - we would have to stop lifting things. It was horrible.
We all collapsed into each other, forming a wall of exerted waste. And the next day, when we stood up, we would start to lift things again and look up at the sky, at the birds that had to keep flapping or they would plummet into the ground. Sometimes, we sang songs.


by Gerard Olson
photo by Daiana Feuer