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.