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.