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