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.