It was in the sink.

A tiny black cricket.

Just a baby, really.

But,

I

hate

crickets.

So, I got a napkin.

And folded it around him.

To take him outside.

But,

he

hates

outside.

So, into the air he flew.

Not on the floor.

Not in the sink.

Nowhere

to

be

found.

And now, I sit here typing

Itching, twitching,

Wondering if

he

went

down

my shirt.