This bingo shouter poem

[The first line is from Tiny Blast by Peter Gizzi.]

This bingo shouter. This bridge of sighs.
The longevity of such spiritedness.
‘You just don’t know some of the stuff she done.’
The casinos, out till five. Deodorant sprayed on top of her jacket.
Cataract surgery that required a loan.
And every day she’s up for work, the sky like night,
her own family carried in between.
‘She is a good person, truly.’
Small details collected through stories,
intriguing in their disjointedness;
clues, patches on a quilt–
warm in spite of the holes.
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