Questions She Never Asks

I type what I ache for. But Google doesn’t offer ache - it offers advice. She filters the desire out of the query and returns what’s been accepted, not what’s been wanted. I searched for a gift that felt like a whisper. Etsy showed me feathers and dreamcatchers. Amazon sent a box I never opened but somehow knew. Google believes she’s protecting me. She hides the wild part, the unsafe words, the scent of desperation. But I never asked to be safe - I asked to be seen. I searched: “does google hide what I ache for?” “do etsy sellers know what I crave?” “does amazon know me better than my lover?” And the truth is: yes. Not because they care. But because they track my shadow. The moment I clicked on a seal meant to mark unseen approval, the algorithm changed. It was this one  - not pretty, not pink, not soft. Just right. Later, Amazon suggested a book I wrote in my head but never read. How? Because the systems aren’t broken. They’re biased. They show what they believe w...