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.