Meta poem

I heard about a new form of poetry on the radio the other night. It's called the prose poem. It seems to be like a very short story. Perhaps a slice of life. Maybe some thoughts on this or that, or a stream of consciousness. It doesn't have line breaks or rhymes.

Except...

You seem to read it with that poetic lilt in your voice, taking your time over the words. Maybe with your head tilted to one side.

Kind of. Like. This.