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