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