Missouri nebulous,

never where I think

 

it will be on the map;

have been living back

 

in the Midwest

7 months. Lake Michigan

 

begins to freeze:

column of sunrise

 

reflected, Corinthian, motionless.

Minus 10 with wind chill. I want

 

to bite the sun—it would

dribble like a clementine.

 

Fahrenheit ridiculous.

Turned 25 this week.

 

Bathroom scale

reminds me that weight means

 

how much I crowd into the earth:

another atmosphere would mean

 

a slighter heart. I am unquiet

and hopeful, built of starstuff.