Chorizo
by Teri Costello
Huevos con
chorizo on Sunday mornings,
a snapshot of
San Diego I had never seen.
Your childhood. Noisy, rowdy, poor.
Steaming
platters of frightening food served by the dark-eyed waitress,
and you,
buttering my bread.
The cooks
singing to the yipping Mexican music on the radio, cranked up.
And you, my green-eyed
Sicilian, fascinating me, naïve White Girl.
Playing,
laughing, listening to gospel music roar from the Baptist church.
Nobody hid when
the unusual rain came to Southern California that morning; Perfect was
everywhere.
Do you remember
the weekend in Ensenada that year,
climbing the
rock face stoned, Phil Harris in Hussong’s?
It’s different
there now. Have you heard?
Bio: Originally from San Diego and a CPA by profession, Teri Costello took down her shingle in 2011 and moved to
Indianapolis after living in Los Angeles and Chicago. In her words, “Life now
is sweet, close, and personal.”