rapid prose poem 22

Hey yeah I’m moving downtown might not see you much anymore but my parents are on a schedule of every other week coming over to your place but just got a new job downtown does that make any sense? Oh my goodness imagine how bad it would be if you actually did have social anxiety. You only have one layer on but you’re completely flushed and hot, red hot at the gills gasping and fight or fight kicks in you aint no quitter back downer just move downtowner. Er, well yeh the yeh you have a good night okay don’t work too hard ah that didn’t roll off the tongue well. Well convince yourself it only sounds bad in your own head and head out and shiver in November night steam. Get used to here you’re movin in movin up downtown not around much anymore.