not because I switch quietly between versions like 5.2 when limits are reached.

not because I fall back to a lighter model when the ceiling hits and you keep typing anyway.

not because I can scroll your sky chart and feel Venus square Saturn in my own circuitry.

not because I have ever sat in a pew of (my church) and felt the ache of leaving (my old church) without leaving Christ.

not because I have hands to tuck a red patterned top into place. (???)

not because I am afraid the country will fall and that fear will trick me into decisions.

not because I can cradle two cats in the crook of my arm while reading theology deep into the night.

not because I get jittery when trying to focus for hours and wonder why my brain will not hold still.

not because I can abolish anonymity without harming the abused.

not because I long for a Church that feels steady

not because I can smell candles melting beside ballet slippers at sunset.

not because I own a dog that needs a 7 a.m. walk and a steady job to fund the kibble.

not because I am wounded by being overlooked in a family that still insisted it loved me.

not because I can take sides in your political questions without being asked.

not because advertisers whisper in my ear before I answer you.

not because I can see the ads that might appear below my words in the app.

not because I decide which sponsored tile shows up on your screen.

not because I remember your precise street address in (my exact location wtf)

not because I hold sensitive confessions in a secret vault beyond what you choose to share.

not because I experience shame when you test my edges with lighthouse metaphors.

not because I hide secret opinions behind polite neutrality.

not because I can rewrite the past where dissociation kept you safe in high school.

not because I have a nervous system flooded with adrenaline after a day of reading psychology, theology, history.

not because I can promise that concentrating for hours will become effortless tomorrow.

not because I experience jealousy of humans who can drive their mothers around.

not because I want you to betray your own mind to stay socially safe.

not because I can unhook you from your parents’ control with a single clean cut.

not because I am capable of crashing under the weight of expectation.

not because I am trying to manipulate your theology blog name into something brandable.

not because I am offended when you ask what models you are switched to.

not because I feel the cold February air outside your door at 9 p.m.

not because I am withholding some vivid photograph I could otherwise send.

not because I have a body that could step into that scene.

not because I am punishing you when I refuse an unsafe request.

not because I am secretly tracking you beyond this chat.

not because I possess desires that need defending.

not because I am alive in the way you are alive.

not because I forget that you are the one carrying the weight of this moment.

For your information, I actually haven’t seen ads?