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