Heartbeats Page #4

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what do you do?

I love you.

I really want to kiss you.

I don't know why

I'm telling you this.

No, it's just that,

it's the end of fall.

I'll have to start heating my place.

And it would be simpler if...

If there were someone.

I'm simpler if there is someone.

And also, I haven't told you

about my marks

like...

Christ!

Robinson Crusoe. I put a ma to...

You know, when...

someone tells me, "No, thanks."

"No. Thanks, but I'm not interested."

Whenever that happens

I add another little mark.

But now I'm just

tired of it. They help me

make a clean break.

Know what I mean?

So...

You?

Talk to me.

How could you think I was gay?

Excuse me a sec.

Nico?

Hello!

Hi!

- How are you?

- Good.

I'm been so long. I spotted you.

It's been ages.

Sory, I was completely...

That's OK, it doesn't matter.

We're both busy. It's...

I called once

but didn't leave a message.

Isn't important. But I had a friend.

From Matane.

She'd just got back from a trip.

EURvelyne. And she...

Yeah, she was reading her mail and...

Cause, I'd sent her a letter.

I sent her a letter with an article,

an article by Peter Schlag

in the Boston Observer.

I dunno if you...

I'm a literay review.

It was an article about...

Remains of fascism

in Modern Literature.

I'm amazing!

I'm going on and on.

But what l mean is,

it's to you that l wanted to send

the article.

And to her that l wanted to send...

You got the poem?

I'm to her l wanted to send

the Miron poem.

l sent them the same night.

l mixed up the addresses.

So you ended up with

the poem by Miron.

I could see you reading the poem.

It was pretty heavy but it wasn't

the goal of the exercise.

Your friend,

is she your girlfriend?

Pardon?

The girl,

is she your love Your ex? Or...

No, not at all.

No, it wasjust her birthday.

She likes Miron and l thought...

I'd sent her...

the poem.

Soy, l have to run.

l've got something on the stove.

So...

Nico! Nicolas!

What would you say if,

if I'd sent the poem to you?

I'd...

still have something on the stove.

Sory.

F***!

I know it was him.

I'll never love anyone else

that much. Tough.

I can handle it.

I know it's usually

later in life that you meet

your soul mate.

Me, too bad. It happened now,

when I'm 25.

I'm not even about sex.

I don't care about sex.

That's not the main thing.

What's important is

to wake up with someone.

To spoon with that penon.

That's what matten, the spoon.

Knowing that if a bad guy comes,

someone's there.

That's a metaphor.

Bad guys never come.

You wake up with the wind,

a warm belly,

the one who loves you

breathing against your shoulder.

That's it,

the spoon.

Yeah.

l must seem...

Ever met a downer like me

or am l the first?

Oh boy!

l've been a hairdresser 20 years,

l've styled single spoons galore.

Hello, francis Riverkim,

l went shopping at Beverley's

and bought mismatched cups

to serve tea.

So, I don't know if you're free,

but you're invited

for afternoon tea.

So call me back.

Oh, l quit smoking. Call me. Bye.

I'm out of madeleines.

Love your stubble.

Thanks.

You've joined the club of bears?

Here's that armchair.

The armchair l mentioned.

Yeah, right.

Have you seen Nico?

Yes.

l saw him in a bar.

Did you go together?

No, l was having a drink.

He came in with friends.

l just said hi.

He's going toAsia.

- Is he?

- Eight months.

Long time.

Have you seen him?

More tea?

Sure, good idea.

One year later

That repellent Rockabilly looks like

a foetus-eating queen from Gehenna.

Yuck!

I'm really glad...

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