In Montreal,
there was an ageless
asian street woman
who sold bottles of
wine out of her bag
at 3am.

My friend saw
her stealing a bike
once, and
I never forgave her.

She would spit in
her hands,
rub the slime
under her eyes,
say
"J'ai faim"
in a fake-cry
voice,
and beg for
money.

She had a raspy
voiced companion
sometimes,
I think his name was
Eddy
and they sold junk
in front of my apartment
one time.