will anyone
scour my devices, drives and clouds
            discovering convoluted stories,
            half-assed poems and sparse excuses
for books
            as well as angsty ramblings certain to be
            confusing to some and offensive to others
will people
still watch Law & Order SUV
                        saying
haven’t we seen this before
only to realize the answer is “sort of,“
but, hey, there are new cast members 
so it changes the story, “sort of”
will anyone
remember one-eight-oh-one-oh
my childhood home with memories
peacefully soul-warming and fearfully terrorizing
depending how and when you tell the story, 
but always home, my home
who will
continue to make corny jokes 
about the Mariners winning a World Series,
hell just getting there might help generations
of Northwesterners
get a little of that long sought after rest on the other side
who will
sustain
my grudges, petty though they may be, and the list
of those, who according to my standards,
have forfeited any substantive right to grace in this 
world or the next
            who
will find the shoes, still in the box, on the upper shelf
in my bedroom closet 
and will they 
know that
such stockpiling 
is a direct link from me to my Dad
will “my”
saved money 
fund the disposal of my (precious) remains or will Connie 
finally take the kids and grandkids on that trip to Disneyland
all because I never took the trips 
that I long dreamed of and (only) planned for
 




