There are so many of them all
All I can call it still is generous

Each angel’s tooth is dancing on the head
Of a pin that looks suspiciously like my arm

The beach dolly zooms away
I was right about that; but

In my ears like oceanwater in shells
I hear the mantra of an old gift

“Have you received a peach left notice strip?”
I do not mean roaring water

I mean oceanwater in shells
At the bottom of the ocean

— Tom Will is the poetry editor for APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL. His first full length collection of poetry You, the Viewer at Home, Moon is out now on Maximus Books.