About

I’m a college senior actively coming to terms with many things, including: mortality and meaning, my post-grad job in management consulting, and rumors that Ira Glass might not be as nice as his on-air persona suggests.

The phrase “torn-bread” is from one of my favorite poems by Mary Jo Bang, “February Elegy.” Here’s a piece of the poem:

Here is what is noticeably true: sight.
The face that looks back from the side
Of the butter knife.
A torn-bread awkwardness.
The mind makes its daily pilgrimage
Through riff-raff moments. Then,
Back into the caprice case to dream
In a circle, a pony goes round.
The circle’s association: There’s a center
To almost everything but never
Any certainty. Nothing is
More malleable than a moment.