unchosen

unchosen

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

“Black,” Pearl Jam

i can’t help myself

drawn again and again

to the film Silver Linings Playbook

like Notting Hill it calls to me

against my reservations

about the unreality of pretty people

i offer this as explanation

recognizing it likely fails

as justification absolving me:

near the end after the dance

Tiffany believes she is the unchosen

running from the hall crying

and then Pat chases her

asking her to read one more letter

when Tiffany realizes she is the chosen

that for me is almost everything

the worst being the unchosen

and the wonderful possibility being the chosen

i forgive everything else untrue

about the film and pretty people

parading before us as if such is possible

because you see it is not pretty we want

those who are the discarded and unchosen

but to be that one true and only chosen