
AUTOCORRECT BETRAYED ME
jerry KWATCHEY@kwatcheyjerry128608
3 months ago
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AUTOCORRECT BETRAYED ME
A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU
There are battles fought in silence…
not between lovers,
but between intention and autocorrect.
I reach for sweetness
a simple line,
a gentle word,
a soft attempt to make someone smile
and suddenly my phone decides
it is the true poet
of this relationship.
I write:
“You are the calm in my chaos.”
It becomes:
“You are the clam in my casserole.”
Romance cooked.
Literally.
I type:
“Your smile is poetry.”
It transforms into:
“Your smile is poultry.”
A love story replaced by a chicken.
I whisper through text:
“Let me hold you tonight.”
It flips it to:
“Let me mold you tonight.”
Now I’m a sculptor I never applied to be.
Even the soft ones don’t survive:
“You feel like home.”
becomes
“You feel like hosed.”
How does affection become plumbing?
But the funniest truth is this:
Autocorrect only exposes the sincerity underneath
the dreams,
the nervousness,
the little ache of trying to say something tender
in a world that edits us without permission.
Even when the lines get ruined,
the intention remains pure.
The heart speaks,
the phone sabotages,
and somehow
we still find our way back to laughter.
A Reflection from the SIMU Collection.
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