by James Soriano

The living room is a unity of space.

There are no walls no boundaries separating sofa from workspace from dining table from kitchen.

Only
the bathroom is
enclosed
in the corner with
two walls and a
door.

Father watches basketball as brother maps logarithms as sister eats adobo as maid washes dishes, coordinates on a scatter plot with no point of origin no lines no segments no asymptotes.

The dog is defecating in the bathroom.

 
How we manage to keep to ourselves.