Another Plane

As it happens I was going to church
as if I had been doing that
every week for one hundred years

And I thought of being folded
like laundry in a drawer
and buttoned like shirts

I moved my shoulders stiffly
but could not shake the feeling
that I was stored in a container

As it happens the lid was leaking
and the preservatives had evaporated
leaving me wrinkled and unusable

I wanted then to stop being
and move on to some other plane
of existence

And I thought of hanging
from a clothesline
in a sunny Nebraska field

Hanging on by my clothespins
and snapping
in a stiff breeze.