As I read the poems, they often seemed to be continuations from one to the next. Each author picking up the thread of the previous writing and carrying forward, sometimes in a similar, often in a different direction. The email exchanges at the end of the book made me think about them as more of a call and response dialogue. The I is under pressure then because it is beholden to what comes not only before it, but also after it. In the back of the author’s mind, is there a thought toward the future and what will happen next?