How I Feel About My Stomach

Oh stomach
Why do you twist and turn!
What are you yearning for?
Your passageways cry out
And things are moving
Like the hay in an oxcart
Or the wings of an infestation.
Oh gestation
How I take you for granted!
When my esophagus opens
And the food has landed
Like a good welcome invitation.
How come my heavy-handed intestines
Shine like rusted tin
Or busted sins?
What have I done!
If only I could lay myself open
Array my innards like spinning gears
And tweak and play until
Things felt clear.
Alas
You stomach!
Monster!
What can I do?