After You Left

I washed the blanket today,
the one I made from cashmere squares
cut from discarded sweaters.

I used the cold water detergent and stomped
on the blanket in the bathtub.
When the water turned grey,

I couldn’t tell if it was dye
that had bled in the water
or dream-dust from your sleep.

When it had dried
soft a bit tattered with frayed edges
still containing bits of you

I wrapped it around myself.

about the author
Maxine Skuba has been writing free verse for the past 20 years. She self-published a poetry book, Jumping into Stars, in 2003, and has been recognized in the Paul Lawrence Dunbar Poetry Contest as well as in the annual Dayton Public Library Poetry Contest. She is presently working on a chapbook.