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A Firefly Mural Painted on the Inside of my Eyelids
Jake Price
Cirrus
clouds
collect
dust
in the
sky.
My pupils eclipse and dilate
swim laps around the inside of my iris.
I see spots.
This is the only thing in my entire life
that I know to be true. When you look into the red sun
as it sinks past the horizon,
you see spots.
The cicada orchestra commences.
Every song I’ve ever known playing
simultaneously. When I close
my eyes and listen
I see spots.
Silver
light
crowds
around
both of
my eyes.
Jake Price is a sophomore student who spends too much time reading his poetry to his cat, who has yet to give him any useful feedback. He was born in Texas, but now resides in McConnelsburg, Pennsylvania. Writing has been something he has loved doing ever since he was a little kid, and he hopes to one day make a living off of it.
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