In a dream, a man said “gestureship”
to me. I didn’t understand the context, if
there had been one. He must’ve seen I looked
puzzled. We were in a small crowd around a
wrestling mat. I was, as I was in high school
and for two years in college, on the wrestling team.
But I wasn’t as young as I was on those teams.
Maybe I was about 30? Instead of my current 73.
The man in charge had said I was going to wrestle
Trump. I liked the idea, although I knew Trump
was about 100 pounds out of my weight class. I thought I’d
take him down and pin him. I knew he was there,
on the other team’s side, though didn’t
look over at him. And this other man, a spectator,
said something with the word “gestureship” in it,
addressing me, and then, about 15 seconds later, said
“Dr. Zhivago,” which I knew─in the dream─meant
he was demonstrating erudition, referring
to Pasternak’s novel, so I’d think he hadn’t
been mistaken or ignorant to say “gestureship.”
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John Levy
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