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