진 Jin / Shinji Moon

SELF PORTRAIT
From the bottom of an apple tree

Three times you or
maybe me 

Someone 
Knocked on my chest 

three times 

                        (A small deer
              thumping its hoof 

                                    against the ground.) 

I startled—
         before waking from the ruin. 

It was a warm rain
or hand that I rose
into. 

I was beautiful

and rotting—

round, 
    in the grass.