Chosen

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