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.