“Mother And Son” by Mr. Lu, in San Jose, California, 1987. Mr. Lu And His Mother 2/10/86 Mr. Lu told me his mother had visited him three days before. 2/12/86 Engaged in animated conversation with a woman in her 60’s on the bench in front of the hospital. I thought she must be a […]
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Why I Made My Bed This Morning I felt happy. I felt depressed. I was told to make my bed. I was resigned to make my bed. I did a perfect job (like those motel maids.) I did a sloppy job, any old way. I made my bed carefully. I made my bed automatically in
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The Weed One day I was standing in the courtyard talking to Mr Lu. All of a sudden he turned away, pointed threateningly at a weed, and yelled at it. “You said what?!” He pulled it up by its roots, broke it in two, smashed it to the ground and kicked it. Two male aides
The Bouquet During an Arts-and-Crafts class I was admiring someone’s picture. Mr Lu came over with a picture twice as big, laid it down on top of the one I was looking at and said, “I have something for you, Frances.” I handed it to him. “Thank you, but I’m busy now.” He put it