Sometimes prose needs line breaks, needs to be read slowly, so that one's heart can feel the weight of the words and break a little, if it must.

"Well,
that's how thick 
I am, 
I never knew how 
to want 
what everyone wants.  
I only 
thought 
to look for a home, some place 
to be taken in. 
Handing over a crumpled heart, 
seeing it dropped 
in the wastepaper basket
every 
time." 


(written as prose on page 473, The Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver)