On her deathbed, she said

Lisa DeSiro

Bring me one of Victor’s belts so I can use it to stretch my legs
she said
That clock isn’t right, the hands should be going the other direction
she said
Take those cards off the bulletin board, I don’t like the shapes they’re making
she said
Why can’t anyone fucking understand me
she said
What if it’s all a lie
she said
This is about as exciting as watching paint dry
she said
nothing, wagging her finger at me, her eyes sunken and wide