NaPoWriMo, Day One Poem Two

A hay(na)ku, doubling as an entry to the festiviites and a tribute to Eileen Tabios. More info on the form she created here. I need more practice with this form. Next time, there will be a poem in a form/style that does not rhyme with "koo."

The Mystery of My Missing Pager
For Work

Well,
it was
under my foot,

then
it wasn't,
then it was,

then
it wasn't,
then it was,


then
it wasn't,
then it was

(keep
in mind
this happened fast),

then
the next
thing I knew

I
was floating
above the beeper.

Then
I was
in the cafeteria,

and
I floated
past the pastrami,

and
right over,
the flowing gravy,

and
then right
past the pizza

until
I reached
the burger line

and
ordered what
looked like burger.

Then
I ate
the ersatz-meat

without
having to
listen for beeping.

Then
the imposter
burger was revealed,

and
I vomited
without being induced

to
do so
by pager's vibrations,

and
it was
oh so wonderful:

silence,
floating,
even the vomit.

Oh,
that's right.
I remember now.

The
pager's downstairs,
covered in vomit.