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.