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.