More Teeth Than Eyes

We stepped into a corner store.

To escape a wind chill with more teeth than we had eyes.

Walking through the aisles

Picking out tall boys of malt liquor to keep our flesh warm

Wilson Phillips through a blown out speaker

Just open your heart and mind

Is it really fair for feel this way

Inside.

Inside.

Inside

A neon lit store, day old chicken fingers under heat lamps

And I wish I could crawl inside you

To stay warm

Don't look directly at me.

I can't see your face.

Even in silhouette

This worlds beauty

Is to sharp for me to swallow

Without edges cutting

My thin skin.

Touch me

Shine me

Let me in.