rhetorical
you’re the stone in my shoe carried as I walk
the grit in my eye that mars vision,
an itch under skin that can’t be eased
a wheeze in the chest a forced constriction,
an answer without question or rational line
a wonder that’s lost as the trick is shown,
one question I’d ask if you I could find
though in truth my heart has always known.
(2014)
that question you want to ask someone, the answer you already know but you need to hear them say it anyway.
