Bit of Ivory

I’ve decided to post my very best poem here so that the people who
really care can read it. It’s already at poetry.com; like anyone would
ever be able to find it there. Anyway, here goes.
Longing
empty
  and there is nothing
  to hold but
  a stuffed rabbit
arms
  and I see them
  holding   each other
can
  and I can’t help
  but wonder
  when?
hold
  and when   will I
  hold someone?
a lot.
  and when
  will it be
  my turn?
And
Just to prove to myself that I can write.
Someday I’ll post some of the bad poems I’ve collected from my high
school Literary Magazine. None of my high school friends read this,
anyway.