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.