Ah, the prose poem. Whatfore art thou, prose poem? I know your Worozbyt variety. All kinetic and image and running running running to more image. You're usually darker though, Mr. Worozbyt. Yes, that was in Letters of Transit. Now, this, "How I Love You," from the Winter 2008/2009 issue of Iowa Review. How you say energy, tireless, inexhaustible energy.
Related Links:
Iowa Review (worldcat search for Iowa Review)
Letters of Transit
(my mini-review at goodreads)