I sent you into the liquor store
And on every shelf you found
Me pining, needing, clawing for
an Absolut only a man,
Shoulders wide with contentment,
Could bring a gay boy who came
From nothing and may very well stay there.
I once had dreams
Of marrying an old man
And inheriting money
Stained with the guilt
Of having no children to pass it on to.
Love makes me sick
Just like the vodka I drank
Last night lost in woods
Boys my age never escaped.
Carter Cavaliere is a second-year English major at Penn State. He grew up in Pittsburgh but is a State College boy through and through. In his spare time he enjoys hanging out with friends, playing The Sims, and listening to Taylor Swift and Lana Del Rey. After college he plans on either attending graduate school or doing marketing for a publishing house.