#whoosh!

Upper left playfield for Gottlieb's Fire queen pinball table.

“Who are you,” An online quiz asks Like I exist independently of who I’m next to, who’s hearing me, who’s speaking, who’s creating, who’s listening, who’s feeling “Who are you” Like there’s a concrete answer A second to the next I’m a girl who cares about her city I’m a girl who cares about her loves I’m a girl who cares about people “Which people?” That’s the problem They change me.

It doesn’t seem that complicated That I would be a means to an end That interactions are calculated That’s a thing plenty of us do. Some people need a yes sometimes Some people need a no sometimes Some people need an acquaintance Some people need a friend.

Some people need a gentle nudge And some people need a fire Reaching, I am reaching for the same thing, in the end But who am I? How do I get there?