He Sees You When You're Sleeping

by Alta Hensley

My palms are sweaty,

Knees weak, arms are heavy. There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti.

she seems to be an observer—like me. She watches people—like me.

Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me...

she doesn’t stand outside someone’s windows in the dark—like me.

And just might be the next best thing but not quite me...cause I'm Slim Shady