Imaginary Fronds
Sometimes I sit on the sofa and pretend that there is a large and luxuriant potted fern in the corner of the living room.
There isn’t of course. The only thing potted around here is the shrimp.
And mother’s head.
Sometimes I sit on the sofa and pretend that there is a large and luxuriant potted fern in the corner of the living room.
There isn’t of course. The only thing potted around here is the shrimp.
And mother’s head.
