I’m a recent college grad with evolving interests, some intellect, and no patience. I want to work for public radio. I want to write. I want to have impeccable taste in all things. I want to stop typing this at 3:48 a.m.

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.