Boredom........ Poem by RIC BASTASA

the spirit of boredom
went inside her and these she did:

talking to a friend in Canada using
her cell phone for an hour and i do not
know if her friend is listening to her

sleeping the whole day and waking up
all night eating junk food

entering to the door of depression and
imagining all the kinds of sickness in this world

saying that she is dying and that she need not
be buried and that her body to thrown to the sea
to be fed to sharks

sitting the whole afternoon in the veranda staring
to the vast empty space asking if the moon is
in the dark sky

i want to help her but what can i do,
i am bored too.