I am officially out-of-touch. I had no idea there was a set of young twin poets gobbling up awards and accolades. I think I saw the name "Matthew Dickman" in an announcement for the APR//Honickman Prize when I flipped through an APR, but I am completely unfamiliar with his or his brother's work, other than what I've read in this damning review by Michael Schiavo.
I link to it mostly because Michael lists Jill Alexander Essbaum's Harlot as one of the "recent collections by young American poets writing wildly interesting, vital work, who address the concerns of their country and of their generation in a myriad of intelligent and advanced styles."
You thought Harlot only addressed giant cocks, didn't you? Well then, looks like you need to think a little longer on that.
(Heh heh, "longer" joke specifically for Jill's benefit.)