quiet man from idaho

you hear the neighbor,
lenore, through
the wall.
there are noises
like cats with their
tails stuck in doors,
a symphony of bed
springs and head
boards bang
furiously against
the thin barrier
between us. she
screams like someone
has just put a knife
in her, but he is
very quiet. almost
silent as he goes
about his passion
for her. she is
making love
to someone you've
never seen before,
but he drives a red
truck with out of
state plates, idaho,
you think, the potato
state, there is a box
of tools in the back,
and whenever you see
it in the lot, parked
sideways, so as not
to get scratched,
you know it's
business time next
door and you can't
help but listen as
they go at it, the
potato man and lenore.