It's funny because when I started to read this, I was slightly confused because the beginning feels very much like prose. Then I saw your comments at the end and "prose-etry" is a spot on description. The style though, works with the piece nicely and it might be interesting to explore further. I'm a sucker for repetition and love how it's used in this poem. I did stumble a bit over the "dust, dust dust" part of the last stanza though. It seems almost a typing mistake but I can't be sure. I would also separate the sentences for the writing and the commentary. Such as "...damn if you aren’t the best man/ I’ve ever met./ Words scrawled across a piece of paper, crumpled up." The separation would make the differences in voice clearer. Overall, this is a lovely poem so well done.