She looks like the real thing

She looks like the real thing

When I was in college decades ago, I went to a strip club for the first time. I was with a guy. I went to prove how much I didn’t care.

Even better than the real thing was playing and a woman wearing thin strips of blue cloth danced on stage.

I’ve been thinking a lot about real things lately. Their simultaneous promise and impossibility. Each part of me, real to the touch; impossible to understand.

You?