I washed the paint off with more paint (poetry)

I was still peeling wallpaper
Trying to find who lived here before
When the sun came up
Yellowed by the years

Leaving marks on the paper
That came off on my hands
And lined my skin
With someone else’s

So I crafted my own wallpaper
From paintings I’d made
My smile outlined in gold leaf
My face like a child’s

The day before summer