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.