Whatever we do, whether we light <br />strangers’ cigarettes—it may turn out <br />to be a detective wanting to know who is free <br />with a light on a lonely street nights— <br />or whether we turn away and get a knife <br />planted between our shoulders for our discourtesy; <br />whatever we do—whether we marry for love <br />and wake up to find love is a task, <br />or whether for convenience to find love <br />must be won over, or we are desperate— <br />whatever we do; save by dying, <br />and there too we are caught, <br />by being planted too close to our parents.<br /><br />David Ignatow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dilemma-42/
