Socialist Parenting

My son

Sometimes talks in his sleep

Right through the monitor

At me              

To me

It’s never anything I can understand but

I listen and

When it stops

I smile to myself and

For the nonexistent spy cameras

Then I go back to work and

The next morning

I make sure

To give him an extra hug

Look him straight in the eye and

Tell him I love him

For the non-existent spy cameras

For history

For God and

For posterity

His and

Mine