Eyephobia 2

[whyelliswhy]

House is a trigger for kitchen 
is a trigger for drawer 
is a trigger for a knife I keep
in the back--
comfortably tucked under some 
old take-out napkins. 

Once I see it, the thought comes. 
Once the thought comes, 
the thought will come again. 
I’ve thought of it so it will come again. 
It itches. 

I look to needles; I want to feel a prick 
at the center of my eye. 

It itches, and sandpaper helps--
but the grits are small enough to
sprinkle surprise. 

I see it in my head, 
like a secret cinema showing.
$7.25 matinee. 
I’ve seen this movie before. 

I want to play stabby. 

The blade cringes 
as it imagines 
sliding down as a wedge 
between an eye and a socket. 

I bleed and bleed
but the audience weeps for me.