Read Poem: SELF PRAISE, by Joanna Guzik

I do not envy woodlice
the big number of legs
though at one time
I could try on
twelve pairs of stilettoes
wellington boots
sandals
flip-flops
and fur-topped boots
when winter comes

I wouldn’t like to be
tuatara either
to see more
though it seems more righteous
than the first paragraph

I do not fall asleep
with a half of my brain only
like a dolphin

I sometimes play cards
I am active
and when I am not
I am surprised
that through some inattention
I have stopped flying

I care about sunflowers
eating up seeds
and I care about ash-tree
though I seldom see it

when you sit beside me
you are the only one I envy