Charleston, South Carolina

I left the 34th section of the poem in Charleston, where we stopped for lunch at the Tattooed Moose on our way home and gorged ourselves with garlic blue cheese fries, a duck club and a pork belly sandwich. It was a delightful, delicious and slightly overwhelming meal. The tables at the place were full of graffiti, so I decided to write the poem right onto our dining surface.

"Here is adhesiveness, it is not previously fashion’d, it is apropos;
Do you know what it is as you pass to be loved by strangers?
Do you know the talk of those turning eye-balls?"

One of the best parts of coming home was finding that our friend had put signs all over the house congratulating us for our future nuptials.