A Fresh Coat

I am cleaning paint 
with a toothpick

as it soaks into the carpet, likely staining the wood below
 

I am thinking 
about the green cast I had on my wrist; 
and I am thinking 
about paint stained carpet; 
and I am thinking 
about how much I look like my mother 
when I wear red lipstick, 
and thats why I never do. 
I am filled with apologies 
and pleas for stain remover 
or a mop 
or new carpet.