FROM, ELIAS

If I die,       stick me on floor minus two
of the Museum of Contemporary Art &
     swathe me in rose paint, no, cast
         my press-on nails in epoxy,
           it’s more fitting.          Still
           kiss my cheek & breathe 
            me into cadmium glass
                to be Kelly Akashi’s
                    final formation:
                          natural.
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