Anonymous I

I remember how you tried 
to protect me from him
when we moved to Edelfingen
how you would push me 
under the bed
when he stomped up the stairs
in his oiled mood and black boots —
the ones he would spit-shine 
each night 
as he barked orders at Momma
and I remember the dread 
of Sundays when he would laze 
around the house naked
eating off of our little plates
as though we didn’t need 
to be fed
and when he bothered
to pay us any mind
it was only to terrify 
by bellowing maniacally,
“The bogeyman lives 
in Unterbalbach!”
but we already knew 
he had come with us.