Do You See Me?

Do you see him? When you look at me? Do your eyes catch on the wings, mistake the gold luster as red rust for just a second. Does your gaze travel up, does the curve of antennae in the firelight look, for a moment, just like horns. Do my legs bend back? Do you know? Do you remember? Do you expect scars and a rasp to my voice that has never been there? No. No, of course not. Of course you don’t see him.

But I’m sure you see her.