WALLS
I tear off the wallpaper, leaving
an old layer of paint. Spreading spackle
like frosting, I fill in the defects.
When I sand, gray dust cakes my hair
and sifts through the house.
Time to paint.
I dip the trim brush
into Blue Gauze
and tint the molding.
Filling the bristles
with Linen White, I hide
the lime green walls.
The last coat is on,
the vanity in.
I’d like to change my own walls,
the ones that are black and white,
that keep you out. I’d paint them
in pastels, Brushed Silver
with Ruby Dusk trim.
And I’d put in a door
to let you in.
Aries One
