Poetry by
Gregory McIntyre

Genius bar evictee, That’s me. They did not agree With pedagogical duty: The use of iMovie To explain to thee Making a baby. See, I placed spy cameras ’round Without sound Recorded, played, rewound Yet found The idea wasn’t clear So here, And there I put a sound. To expound, I did it, I admit it, I clicked edit And you bet it Sounded good Last night… But now An imagined voice sounds clear and right. “Royce,” it says, in mother’s voice, “Maybe boing was not the best choice.”