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.

Even the sea is put to bed.
Even the cliffs along the shores look both ways

Clarence was a chosen person that they got somewhere
To be lower than a cook, but higher than a dishboy.

The photographer is blind to what he sees—
He hits the shutter: indifferent film will hold the scene together.

Black caterpillars squirmed under noses.
Spit curls wormed down from hairlines.

On the cold coast west out of Hoquiam
I’m a stalker with a short-handled gun,