Do you really know me

The belled air ringing.Slowly she wakes through a craving to weave, through a sunlit dream of Athena singing her back into sleep, she is alive no she is dead and it is Athena standing watch over the ghost of her human form, Athena who undid the plaited rope until it was only a single strand and then she floated into another way of moving so soft that she felt her entire body whirled through a maze of light and then her body disappeared and for a moment.

No one could pronounce it without mutilating spindling tearing even my best friends would shrug halfway giving up and always the long pause on the first day of class after Dillon or Dinsemore or Dix every face turning to me even though my name was not yet called and mangled in every probable way oh why wasn't I Jenkins or Jennings something safer and mannerly anything but this minefield of letters set against each other sticking in the mouth as if the fault were mine.