You said, after an argument.
We agreed to name our flaws. We thought it’d be a way to navigate the name-calling.
I like it, I said, because I tended to be agreeable in the glow of a post-fight.
Controlling Charlie, you smiled, minutes later, when I chose the black beans with spice instead of the black beans organic, and you switched the two out of the basket.
I gritted my teeth. It was less funny following the beans.
I shook my head. No, that’s my aunt’s name.
Besides, I said. I don’t agree.
I don’t think having emotion is a pitfall.
I’ll take that, I said – fishing a bag of Pirates Booty into the cart.
You said you didn’t want to eat as much dairy.
I turn to you. I’m not going to eat the whole bag in a sitting.
I turned. That’s my other aunt’s name.
Fine, I said –
Wondering, briefly, why my names –
Felt less like flaws,