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