butterfly encumbrances

i love you blogger, you endlessly attentive extension of my electric brain. i’ve missed my calgary friends, but it’s too late to call anyone. i’m stumbling through the floozy wooze of re-entry jeg lag. the shock of self-confrontation, this disastrous apartment that needs to be picked up and moved into the future. it judges my bleary eyes and one leg badly. some people are skilled declutterers. i’m a clutter butterfly, entangled in the sticky twisty fibres of its own cocoon.