You keep smiling at behind doors
And bear wtness to the rising wall,
Leaving nothing to room’s chance.
At night you bang the wall in dark
On a serious difference of opinion
About existence of the other room.
You and dog live in a joint wonder.
You smile at her silly joke coming,
She smiling on yours, both mutual.
You smile at visitors softly closing
A door behind them in your room.
You are waiting for the punch line.