'Breathless. Walwicz’s poem reminds me of meeting someone whom you haven’t seen for a while and you’re catching up and they tell you a story that may have taken place over years but it comes out all in one breathless movement and you are literally feeling like you are trying to catch up, trying to run alongside them, keeping pace. Breathless. Child-like, in the way that a child will tell a story—they don’t stop for breath, they get caught up, caught in the story. Hear me out see what I mean listen.' (Introduction)