“Most people, swept along on the flood of their lives, clutch at something to steady them — a house that floats by, a tree trunk, another human being. A life preserver. Some of Tregebov’s most moving poems are those in which the things that preserve her life float out of the unreality of nowhere: “flowers, bowls of fruit/ rabbits. They’re to help us/ remember and forget."
Mary Meigs, Room of One’s Own.