Lletres: Mountain Goats, The. All Devils Here Now.

on humid evenings you have heard your neighbors making noises that you
wonder for awhile about and then put off investigating

shrieks and squeals and high-pitched whines
and we
we are your neighbors

on hazy afternoons you've heard your neighbors come and go and maybe
stay away a day or two and then return appearing worse for wear
scrubbed up and hollow-eyed you tried
your best to ignore us

you see us at the grocery store
you wonder what we're shopping for
we lean against the the Thermador
eyes fixed firmly on the floor
Pomona's big as all outdoors
and we
we are your neighbors