every morning, at the small square table
covered with a cream tablecloth that almost
grazes the floor, there is a disagreement.
sometimes it is about thrift stores, memories,
the taste of cinnamon, gun control–
but today, it is about tortillas.
did you know that some people put peanut butter in their tortillas?
my sister says, as she stares at the white woman on tv
eating a chicken wrap.
oh, yeah. i nod. i have a coworker who does that.
some people don’t even heat them up.
she frowns, and shakes her head.
ew. peanut butter and raw tortillas? weeeeird.
my brother leans back on his chair and replies,
maybe you’re the weird one.
what? i’ve been eating tortillas my whole life.
actually, my brother says, crossing his arms,
maybe that’s how they eat their tortillas, and
you were the one eating it wrong this whole time.
even my mom.
my sister rolls her eyes.
but it was my tortilla before it was theirs.