Tell Us Something We Don't Know (3rd draft)

Eyes roll like eggs
in the cutlery drawer,
the coffee stains
on the rug
begin to bleed,
’That looks uncomfortable.’
I gather the eyes
in a pan,
light the gas.
The pupils are pips
to be pulled
with tweezers,
they hum
in a bowl.
A bubble breaks
the surface
of the water,
I cover my mouth
with my hand,
’Pardon you,
I'll leave you to it.’
I dance
with the fireguard
during the wait
but he is overexcitable
and has to be sent
to the cupboard
under the stairs
to calm down.
I smoke a cigarette
to cover the screaming,
the challenge has made
my hands shakein blue lace air.