Iowa City, Iowa

I left the twenty-fourth section of the poem nestled in a Bonsai tree at the home of Laurie and Tim, our fabulous hosts for this year's Frienaissance. It was more hilarious and relaxing than I anticipated, with copious amounts of good food, raunchy jokes and fantastic conversation. Other than a short trip to walk around downtown, we only left the house for more delicious provisions.

"I will recruit for myself and you as I go, I will scatter myself among men and women as I go, I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them."