This thing is real: a microstory

Today a man in a suit walked the lawn in a downtown park yielding a sign that read ‘GO GO GO JESUS.’ The back of the sign read ‘WE LOVE JESUS’. People sprawled out, breaking from the busy, the sky gray. They watched and listened as an interpretive dance happened on the stage. It was narrated by a poet who kept repeating the phrase ‘this thing is real.’ The two actors (a male and female dressed in skin-toned elastane) caressed fluidly as words like ‘together’ and ‘love’ buoyed their movements. ‘This thing is real,’ the poet recited. The man in the suit swam through the lounging crowd, which avoided eye contact — its attention trained on the dance and anything else.

This thing is real.
This thing is real.
This thing is real.
This thing is real.
Go go go Jesus.

Then a man dressed in black approached me. He asked if I was Jewish and when I told him I was not he walked away and asked the people around me.