Dilemma

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