Francine Van Hove / Blue Camille, 2017

I see myself

Through another eye.

Charcoal? Ink?

What does it matter

That my blonde hair

Is twisted into a bun?

What does it matter

That my earlobes remain virgin

And never to be pierced?

What does it matter

That the black spaghetti strap of my camisole

Tried to run away?

I’m not in need,

Not in need,

Not in need

Of expiating

My body’s sin

Of presence.



Maurice Kaehler

Maurice Kaehler

Comprehensivist, Writer, and Systems Thinker/Healer. My experience is my sutra and my body is my prayer.