a photo double

a poker table
fifty dollar buy-in
3 hands later, i am out
a blackjack table
one hour in
a hundred up and i cash out

a man approaches me
he slurs
do you know who you look like?
i say, yes, i know
kate hudson
he grabs my arm,
no really, i can't believe it,
do, like, the paparazzi follow you?
um, no sweetie, i've gotta go

my friend, she's had one too many drinks
kissing a man ten years younger than she
my car windows, fogged
they stop, the music is ruining their groove
they say, put in something good
flicka flicka flicka flicka flicka
here you are
and i smile
thinking of that night in my car

i am lost
it is pouring
the streets are flooding
they ask,
are we there yet?
no kids, not yet
i hear his pants unzip and i say
oh please, not in my car

at the hotel, finally
the lad got a room
for he and my friend
i hope she's teaching him something
i hope she doesn't pass out

in my room
the sun's about to rise
the real kate hudson on the tv
skeleton key
i am alone
and it feels good