Party,  Bathroom,  Door  Locked,  Lights 
 Off,  Shower Curtains  Drawn. Floor Full 
 Of Dirty Clothes,  Of Garbage, And  As I 
 Start To Unzip My Pants, She  Steps  Out 
 Of  The   Shower  And   Pushes   Me   To 
 TheGround. 
  
 I  Wish   To   Be   Contacted   By  Some 
 [God,  Alien] Who  Would Bestow Upon  Me 
 Some  Incredible  Power  That  Will  Set 
 Everything Right Forever.  What  I Don'T 
 Know   Is  That  This  Happens  Multiple 
 Times Per Second -  They Ask  Me:  "When 
 You  Said  The World egg Was Your  Ideal 
 Body Type, Did  You  Mean  It"? I Answer 
 "Not Really,  But  I Can Act Like It For 
 You,  If  You'D  Like".  At  This  Point 
 However  They  Have  Already  Erased  My 
 Memory Of  The  Encounter And  Moved On. 
 Subconsciously,   This   Is   Where   My 
 SadnessComesFrom