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.