Eratio

Eratio Issue 17

 

 

 

The Silent Treatment

 

by James Eidson

 

 

 

 

My words

clods in my pocket

 

I wade

in the rising tub

 

the razor

 

the mirror

 

the soap

 

strips the speech off my tongue

 

the road from my throat

of accidents

 

I mouth     horses I strike

continue to bray

 

to spill

 

the cliffs

 

my lips

 

all my thoughts rot on the tip

of my tongue

 

what is spoken

in contexts

 

I don’t create

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

James Eidson is an MFA candidate at Columbia College Chicago.  His work has appeared in Columbia Poetry Review, The North Texan, and No Glykon.  He lives on the east-side with his Chihuahua, Huysmans. 

 

 


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