Drinking Coffee on a Friday Eveninghttps://i2.wp.com/barrenmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/08/E1304487-2674-40A6-B047-CAD94F48258A-e1549341162470.jpeg?fit=1920%2C1440&ssl=119201440Stephen BriseñoStephen Briseñohttps://i0.wp.com/barrenmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/08/Stephen-Briseño-Headshot-e1539006669384.jpeg?fit=96%2C96&ssl=1
It’s a strange thought
that when you die
your hair stops with your body.
Your fingernails too.
It’s not just a not-breathing
that happens, but a not-growing.
And I can’t decide which is more tragic:
to no longer be a sail
or to no longer be a garden.
Stephen Briseño is a poet, photographer, and middle school English teacher. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Memoir Mixtapes, 8Poems, formercactus, Bone & Ink Press, and Right Hand Pointing. He lives in San Antonio with his wife and daughter, where you can usually find them lounging at a coffee shop.