and we were so far from the sea of course the hermit crabs were dead

Lotte Reford's 'and we were so far from the sea of course the hermit crabs were dead' is rooted in the confessional lyric but ultimately disrupts the confessional lyric through subject matter, explosive language and just by being its hyperreal self. Reford's poems engage with a variety of subjects, from modern art to dead mice and Keats' "tubercular dying shit", twisting and turning in stream of consciousness style, and we were so far... is a roller coaster to ride up to the point of passing out.