"...queer"

I forgot my groceries at the shop left my keys too. A note for inside of my door. “Am I wearing pants? Do I know why I’m going out?” On the other hand for three days I couldn’t remember Oscar Wilde’s name. Exhibit “A” above.

I could quote his stuff remember his image, but his name vanished. 'Wouldn’t look him up wanted to see how long to get that chemical thought string back. Three days. I had no idea being an old Queer would be this difficult.