waiting to fall

we were upstairs talking to your friends,
one was telling us about what is wrong
with this country, how we are just waiting
to fall, her eyes animal.
another had southern streaks
and honey lips and hid
in her beer. the last seemingly
seamlessly put together
and aware, though we were
alone in each other's eyes,
up above words, the whole room
staging in your smile,
revealing it,
my chest smashing
as everything else
fell apart