To Live Like

There’s enough DNA in the human body to stretch seventeen

times from the sun to Pluto and back, but there’s not enough

logic to make sense of suffering. Every morning bats hang

silent from their trees, rock crevices, and caves, and we fear

them. Or some of us do. Or none of us. Sometimes we hang

upside down and alone in our lives. Sometimes we fly into night

with no idea where we’re going or why. We’re tenacious but

endangered. Sometimes we find kindness flapping in the dark.

By Melissa Studdard & Kelli Agodon


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