Helex is deft in its original use of the gene to call up the personal and investigate the rich territory of sibling relationships, of chance versus what is written or encoded in us.

I love its shapeliness, the wealth of evolving metaphors, and the gentle gestures toward adolescence, selfhood, corporeality, and the ephemeral.

It's a powerful and vital poem. I can feel each word and the music of the words together.

I love the way the poem extends out from Lot’s wife to a wider investigation, becomes an interrogation of male/female power structures, becomes huge in so doing, then so small as a restrained sprinkling on the butter. The poem structure is itself crystalline, which I really like.

The poem's skillful use of repetition, and its slight alterations, feels so much like the sea itself, a propulsive bearing and emptying, never the same wave twice.

The poem is bold and elemental. The directness and clear syntax also reminds me of Wislawa Szymborska.