A poem by staff writer Viviana Mendoza
my mother makes
chorizo & eggs
on Thursday mornings–
when my father’s check
hasn’t hit yet.
she sits pans on stovetops,
tosses tortillas on comales,
and flips them with bare fingertips.
but before steam settles
or bellies become blessed,
my sisters and i sink into
kitchen chairs
and pray to Papa Dios;
thank him for the chorizo,
eggs,
tortillas,
and my mother’s fingertips.
Viviana Mendoza is a high-school English teacher & a person who writes poetry. She's been published in Motif, The Sagebrush Review, and The Acentos Review. Her words always find their way to paper right before bed...when she should most definitely be asleep.
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