just a florescent bit of cleavage under a peasant blouse falsely commingling 04 with 64, from that interpenetration of decades a possibility of an expansiveness in the air, in 64, not purified by romantic nostalgia, not that nude cellist playing, was it Bach, or something less mannered, to make cloudier her breasts under photo flash, so if there's a re-run of 64 in 04 let it be flagrantly erotic enough to burn remembrance as keepsake, instead render it preserving rock salt, as a child tasting it for hell of savor, its grit summarized slut mother doing her Lucille Ball act after her sweet daddy rode rails to suburbs, so nude or naked, being the first nude model in Limerick deserves a stage where she's stage, struck, model's name Mary Coughlan, she's stand-in for my slut mother, progressing from first female street sweeper to being main thoroughfare, then burst artery, finally, with a breathy edge records "Don't Smoke in Bed," which slut mother did, but define smoke as prelude to composing, then do nothing but