Issue 8 – Summer 2005 – Chris Salerno

Chris Salerno



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-onlineLITRiver CityBarrow 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.