Written by Jacob Ibrag
You’re dancing with
some guy who’s wearing a
white cowboy hat. Doubt this will
last long, then again you’re eating up
whatever line he’s feeding. Still, he’ll just
be another number you will have rejected.
Reject him. He’s still there, leading you in
a dance of quick step. I was supposed
to be him. Waited too long, and
now you’ve finally chosen.
Photography by Nacho Zaitsev