Spacetime Geometries

Let's workshop this poem about the three Mikes

Spacetime Geometries 

Scolding his showering son
for the brown crust 
scorched-earth shattered in his navel 

(“Clean that shit, bro!”), 
he traveled back decades 
into his own father—long framed 

subhuman in his mind, just some 
tent-for-a-home drunk—
calling him out for the same.

*This poem is unpublished

Photo: Three Mikes