Dissociations

I don’t want to choose between mourning the dead and awaiting their call. I don’t want to fake a smile as I walk down the isle to buy my steak. Can I sleep as they battle the thunders of war? Can I shine my shoes as they march a dirt road? Can I turn my AC on and play with my son? Can I kiss my wife goodbye? Can I be the hunter and the prey? Can I be the victor and the loser? Can I be an American if my mother lives in Beirut?