she was leaking. there was a wound   
   and  she was  pouring  out  of  it,  
  pluming  into  the  coiled  scarves   
   tight  around her,  a beige cocoon   
   spun from all  those garments, now   
     unrecognizeable,    traceless.     
   slowly  drawing  out   the  liquid   
       parts       of       her.