Forgetful Ass

This ass has walked into a room with such purpose and such total absence of reason that the room felt bad for them. They have lost the keys that were in their hand, the phone they were speaking on, and the point they were making mid-sentence. Your name is safe with them the way a goldfish keeps a secret. They have three unopened reminders about the reminder they forgot to set. Birthdays ambush them. Anniversaries file formal complaints. And yet they remember, in crystal 4K detail, one embarrassing thing you did in 2011. Selective, it turns out, is a very generous word for it.