to have an adequate welcome would be nice to have a decent map a solid understanding of the lay of the land would be nice to have a knuckle scrape against unfinished cupboard doors would be nice to learn the guitar and then the ukulele and to never give back to anything ever to adequately store the books would be nice to have a way to properly dispose of paint to absolutely never do that do my children would be nice a smooth rock a stone is always nice would be nice to paint the sea in reds for once or purples and a solid understanding of the sky could be the same color -- It is a simple question: what color is the sky? and everyone answers the same even though they know it is a lie would be nice to tell the truth for a change and change shiny and amounting to something significant in the jar would be nice — an ice cream cone a discount sweater a very much needed pack of gum a roll of toilet paper two shallots — all when you thought you would have to wait the long wait until Friday these are the things the nice things we flake them off our fingertips like fish scales after a gutting
Megan Leonard’s poetry has appeared most recently in HOUSEGUEST, Tupelo Quarterly, Poems by Sunday, and the Bellevue Literary Review. Her chapbook, "where the body ends," is available from Platypus Press. Meg lives and works on the New Hampshire seacoast.