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