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We don't say much.
The first thing he ever said to me?
"Would you like some hash?"
No, no. First he said: "Can we sit here?"
I looked at at them and said okay.
I kept playing my drum.
In the park in Kelowna.
You know where that is?
In southern B.C.
Free meals once a day, welfare, fruit pickers, hang out.
He had dreadlocks.
That was it.
We met two weeks later.
In the park is a terrible statue of a sailboat.
We smoked oil this time.
I asked: "Do you want to go climb a tree?"
We ran downhill and up a tree.
I could feel the tree energy with my palms.
I sat on one branch. He was on another.
My palms, it's not scientific, but I can feel energy with my palms.
I felt Nicholas' energy and we stared in each other's eyes.
Then he asked: "Is there space there to sit next."
He kissed me for a long time.
We ran to another tree and lay under it for a very long time.
This guy, he was never my lover, circled us on his bicycle, looking.
This security guard came over.
He was like: I'm sorry, I'm just doing my job sort of thing.
It was closing.
Nicholas said: You can come and sleep at my place if you want."
I said: "You don't talk very much."
He said: "It's not necessary" and whistled the Wizard of Oz.
His room was in a rickety, clean empty house.
The only art was a tiny tree painting over the bed.
It was just their mid-sections, not roots or tops.
We didn't make love. We played all night.
In the morning, we climbed on the roof and talked.
"It would be great to see a cougar in the bush."
Nicholas said they stock you, you don't see them for days.
He was tracked once by a wolverine pack.
I imitated a bird and Nicholas got scared.
He got nervous and caught me on the edge.
He held me. He was sweating.
"So Nora, how do you feel for me?"
"I feel safe."
"What is safe?"
"Like no fear, like I don't worry about you."
I waited: "How do you feel for me?"
He said the most beautiful thing anyone ever did.
"I feel very good in your presence."
Presence, man. Not your body, your presence.
The next morning he was leaving for Quebec.
He taught me a word in French for eyes that change color.
I forget. He said: "I don't think we should fall in love."
We walked to the end of the street and he said goodbye.
It was a total kiss.
He asked me: "What's your last name?"
"Wheating. What's yours?"
"Siroix." I though it was c-y-r-o-i-x.
He just kissed me on the center of my forehead
like in the Wizard of Oz.
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