If I die young

I want my bedroom

and what it contains

to be spread evenly

between my brother

and my mother

and my dad

and my Aunite Lynette

and my Uncle Gerold.

I want my items

cherished

and past down

through generation

and generation

of our family,

and I want my

story told

often on Christmas nights.

I want my

dolls to go to Aunite,

my clothes to her

baby coming soon,

my movies and

posters to Brother,

my jewelry to Mother,

my stuffed animals

to Papa,

my writing to Uncle.

Don't throw anything

but the pizza boxes

and juice cartons

and old clothes

and crumpled paper

away.