Casual Assault

Certain moments I do not forget.

Fortaleza, Brazil, Age 21:

A man twice my age, standing alongside his wife, told me I should call him father

To feel comfortable, make myself at home

Once alone, he swiped my crotch with his hand, back to front, as I walked through

The brightly lit kitchen

Nonchalant, with ownership, deftness, perverse propriety

Like he was sweeping a sponge across a table, his table, the one in that kitchen.

Then smiled a smile of mischief. Mirth. Delight.