Happy Endings
It was Happy Endings on Forsyth
We got drunk there ever Tuesday night
One hour open bars
You had to strategize to get good off of
Endless runs up and down the stairs
Pause the dance floor
We like to stand outside
Outside this side street
No matter the brisk of the wind
No jackets in hand
We talk small shit and laugh new shit
Cop hug love and eye poppers
We take drags and bust downs
Snuck in liquor to the head
It was stashed in someone’s pant waist
Crotch love
Lots of crotch love
Some nights we fight
Some nights we climb on top of cars
And find dark stoops to be bad on
To roll up on, cuff up on or pee
But back inside we warm up
We sweat til the very end
Sitting on laps and having play fights
In a room of white tiles and red lights
We make friends and renew them
Avoid enemies with the swing of a hip
Hips swinging everywhere
Hips swinging every freaking where
Arms crossed over
Someone else’s shoulder
Embraced in the times
Singing dope lullabies
But then the music slows down
And we all find our jackets
Hope to God our wallets are still there
And then kisses good night all around
We walk to our train stops home
Or split cab with whoever’s near
And hope we make it to our own stoops
Before the sun beats us there
Leslieann Elle Santiago
Stylist | Writer | Curator