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