# accident(ily)

one fifty-four  
is not the hour  
to send texts,  
no autocorrect

risky confessions  
clipped affections  
dimmed i love you’s  
from neon rooms

could be a typo  
should i just lol  
or say her name,  
reply the same?

an oops can’t erase  
the thrumming bass  
as juniper slips  
from her bruised lips

tripping on her tongue  
_fuck. uhh. drunk. umm._  
not that  
not yet

or at least —  
not like this

## poem details

- [color](https://chromato.graphics/colors): [Candy Apple Red](https://www.pantone.com/color-finder/20-0069-TPM)
- felt: 2025-04-27
- wrote: 2025-04-30
- posted: 2025-07-31
- [tags](https://chromato.graphics/tags): [#drinks](https://chromato.graphics/tags/drinks)  [#love](https://chromato.graphics/tags/love)  [#marks](https://chromato.graphics/tags/marks)  [#music](https://chromato.graphics/tags/music)  [#names](https://chromato.graphics/tags/names)  [#raves](https://chromato.graphics/tags/raves)  [#time](https://chromato.graphics/tags/time)  [#trans](https://chromato.graphics/tags/trans)  [#🧡](https://chromato.graphics/tags/%F0%9F%A7%A1)
- published: [Poetry Is Gay #2](https://the-town-cryer.myshopify.com/products/poetry-is-gay-the-zine-issue-2); 2025-07-11