double exposure (1980)

one photograph in particular
i remember.
he is sitting on a bed
it looks like an insane asylum
but this is before
the afternoon in Amsterdam
when i was conceived
my mother a polite, pocket-sized nude

and here i see his face in mine.
the shaded eyes, the telling nose,
the hair, his lips
(his thighs)
i see myself
a living shrine,
the daughter

of my
dead father.