Internal Correspondences

I was writing when
my stomach
created the first note
and sent it to my brain.
“I am empty,” it read,
“How about that
left over pizza
with cheese and anchovies
in the fridge?’
My brain agreed,
ccing my tastebuds,
who said, ‘ummm’
and emailed my spine which,
with a sigh, unbent
and raised the skeleton, directing
the feet kitchenward.
My mind, however, remained
back in the study still
finishing the poem. Suddenly
the brain began a frantic
texting to all bones
regarding the roller skate
on the stairs. Mind offline,
no warning came.
I plummeted down, nerve endings
utilizing assorted vocal chords
on the internal cell, expressing
ouch and ache.  Elbows
immediately posted video
of a good bruising while
the ankles semaphored a possible
sprain. Pain sensors were
forced into doubletime, grouchy,
as they had already put in
a full working day. Union reps
throughout the body gathered
in the right celebral cortex
for a quick consensus,
recommending strike action
if this sort of activity
were to become routine.
On-line updates to all
organs and outlying limbs
laid out expectations from
the parent body.
I was privy to all of this
later, when a packet,
delayed in the synapses,
informed me that
the pizza had
already been eaten
by my husband.