Kent Koprowicz
Jar
How clamorous the cold minutes
we save. After the occasion
we lodge them in a silver urn,
like ash.
How sorrowful the slowing count
of our lives. Beloved Pandora,
our cunning amateur, trapped us
like time.
Bio
Kent Koprowicz is a poet and biostatistician in Seattle. He is a member of Hugo House, where he reads regularly. His work has appeared in Thin Skin and Pfeilstorch Fiction and is forthcoming in brief + incorrect, Bloodroot Poetry Journal, Double Dutch Magazine, and Twisted Tongue Press.