It’s only when I’m cutting in that my mistakes become apparent,
Though they began before I started painting.
Color bubbles under shoddy tape-lines, inconsistent brush-strokes testify to haste.
My secret shame is in the dust painted to the wall above the windows,
But it’s too late now to go back and clean.
And later still, the brushes clean and the table back in place
I’ll spot my painted footprint on the floor, the evidence of careless moments past.