The Errand

What have I been doing? Nothing, nothing.
Look: the blue couch scraped the floorboards
where we pushed it flush. The empty wall.
The parquet's little screaming.

In a dream all afternoon I dredged the ocean,
pulling razor clams and wedding rings.
Sallow one-eyed crabs clung to my fingers,
and I named them. This is wait. This, delay.

I found the perfect flaw and brought it home.
Like falling kites, the night came in a rush.