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.