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.