The professors with their words.
the secretaries with their papers
and the service people with their labor

I put the bacon into the pan.

It lies there, lank and perfectly relaxed.

You kneel at the stream
to drink from your hands.

we stand in profile perfectly still
against the bulletin board

you stood close to the boy, bored,
looking off into the vanishing point

her curled hands numb as a tin cup
against her cheeks as icy water
runs down the over-heated skin

You may want to engage in “activities to avoid boredom”. Here are some suggestions but feel free to invent games of your own and above all be imaginative.

I came home juiced one night and collided with 7 planes in the dark. King Kong swatted them when he was on the Empire State, I see what he meant, you knock one away, another springs back.

   “Just who did kill Dr. Brewer?” Nurse Kelly asks in the caf on break.
   “I resent your asking.”
   Her eyes flit about the room. “I know you’ve been seeing his former wife,” she says,

I have stacked and restacked the hay bales
now that the horse isn’t here
to kick them over and over.