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Consider the isthmus
for Carlos Ruiz
Its cure is a young man forced into a position of trust prematurely
out of violence or stupidity. At once he is valorized and not thought much of.
He begins to dig in the dirt, using a plan to seek his own level
connecting epochs of tears,
using graft or larceny, bits of luck at hand on the ground.
Somehow he winds up holding the ball.