Everything Will Flow

In what was the craziest weekend ever -- the pill's standard course, cold revelations of a lover's secret rendezvous, denials turned to confirmations, a once-healthy heart ripped to feeble shreds, rock lotteries in Cambridge, decadent dance parties in the Fens, bloody beatdowns on the dance floor, broken glass used both ways as weaponry, enemies immortalized in time, seven stitches gleaming a 3am Emergency Room, hockey exchanges with a Doc named Avery, drinks with only the closest, naps on the trying hours, redecorating any semblance of yesterday, a banishment to far-off rooms and klonopin-induced entrees at Unos after many, many, many Will Clarks -- I must remind myself that yes, Everything Will Flow.