# #raves

1 poem

## [accident(ily)](https://chromato.graphics/accidentily)

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