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.