How to write prose poetry and still have plenty of tears left.

If I knew enough about the different types of British people, I could explain why it seems like when some of them talk, it seems like they're biting through the words like a piece of meat.

I've been watching a lot of cooking shows recently, because I live alone and have to cook every meal by myself, and I've been scraping the bottom of a barrel of sadness recently.

Eventually, I think this deep well will draw up empty, and like a homestead gone dry, I'll move on.

How to write prose poetry and still have plenty of tears left for no one to see.