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.”