I spied you in the phone store,
Cradled in your cubby, attached by a cord,
Your screen was dark, waiting for more
Than a passing glance or a mumbled word.
For a part time clerk, seeking a sale,
Shows the popular model, the better known brand,
I checked your features, my skin grew pale,
I held you aloft, I took you in hand,
Cool to my touch, you were eager to please,
Never have I selected a phone with such ease.
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