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Spring Cleaning Author(s): Debra Bruce Source: The Iowa Review, Vol. 4, No. 3 (Summer, 1973), p. 25 Published by: University of Iowa Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20158067 . Accessed: 17/06/2014 19:18 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. . University of Iowa is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to The Iowa Review. http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 62.122.79.21 on Tue, 17 Jun 2014 19:18:01 PM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions

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Spring CleaningAuthor(s): Debra BruceSource: The Iowa Review, Vol. 4, No. 3 (Summer, 1973), p. 25Published by: University of IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20158067 .

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SPRING CLEANING

In the photograph, you are twenty-two. You have stepped out from straw shadows, like a bird on yellow feet, into the eye of a camera,

my mother

considering how to smile.

On my bureau you live again? a girl full of smells and a dark water.

In my room all Spring, you marry. You eat spoons. Children break from you like bubbles.

You are singing too loud.

Father cracks his throat

on your thigh. A white needled wind

stings the crocus.

You choke on your knuckle.

Here Mother, I give back your cider hair,

hoary wrists and plum belly. I give back your breasts.

They have lumps in them.

O, Now it is me.

Twenty-two Springs. Lime trees sift their butter.

In the mirror, I am in love with my hips. You are knocking through the years,

through the steamy showers, saying:

"Hurry up, dear. Please come out."

The sun bursts its pod. I will hide under my knees.

I will roll up my shadow.

Coming, Coming .. .

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