Facing my belly

I had a transcendental experience
while leaving the dentist's office.
It was a moment of being
intensely aware of my body.

Stepping outside, the burning sunlight 
pierced my eyes as I began to sweat.
The bad taste in my mouth
taunted my persistent thirst.
My stomach growled with hunger
as my teeth throbbed 
through novocained nerves.
My bladder and bowels cried for release.
Each breath I took brought 
an aching complaint from my lungs.
I coughed as my blood screamed
for more nicotine.
The joints in my legs crackled dryly
with every step towards my ride.
Ever-present neck and back pains joined 
the chorus of my body's demands.

It overwhelmed me
and I separated...
It was like taking off my head
and holding it to face my belly.
I could see it decomposing.
I truly felt the burden of having 
to drag this piece of meat around 
for the rest of my life.

I couldn't help but think,
	"Isn't there a better way?"
I know there isn't
but I did find comfort
in knowing it won't last forever.