a work in progress

what i was hoping for today was to copy and paste.
in my last semester as a grad student i wrote prose poems.
short. short. prose poems.
they were my attempt at imitating gary young.
who(m?) i greatly admire.
(read: find his book somewhere, anywhere! and read it a few times over.)
alas,
i can't find the poems anywhere.
so i am forgoing my usual panicky routine
and will sort through my big ol' box of writings
and will hopefully post something poetic later this evening.
hopefully.
(read: if i don't find those poems in said box, said panicky routine will ensue.)