Somewhere in the Fantasy Section

Take off my cellophane wrapping,
because to you I’ll be an open book,
wrap your hands around my hard
cover and tell the horn-rimmed
glasses to screw herself
as she scans my barcode.
Her lasar-red eyes can’t
separate you from me.
I’ll let you check me out indefinitely.

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