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