The hurricane digs for its salt white dress
the wilds of which are filled with want Using its pistons
forms a crude 9 Our place
is like empty drams for it The hurricane dreams
of logarithms It is beautiful
when the miles in profile swing stroked over dress
One form most blessed in aft—
no, Eye, because the world is boring.
Christopher Salerno’s poems can be found in Agni-online, LIT, River City, Barrow Street and elsewhere. Recently, his work was a finalist for Swink Magazine’s Emerging Writers award. His chapbook, Waving Something White is out from Independent Press. A graduate of Bennington College’s MFA, he currently teaches writing at North Carolina State University.