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.