into the dryer

deep into the night,
into the call,
the discussion goes to God,
what do you believe,
is there life
after death, life
after living
this life.
you say, I hope so.
i'm planning on it,
but I haven't packed
any bags yet.
maybe it's like sleep,
she says.
we drift off into a black
void of nothing.
or maybe it's the most
amazing colorful
and joyful place you
can imagine, you suggest.
then you look at your
watch and tell her
you have to hang up
now. you have a load
of wet clothes in
the washer that need
to go into the dryer.
okay, she says. goodnight.