Nina told him it was alright if He changed her name.

But she had three other names they called her hidden in her back pocket. She left them underneath the rock by the river she was being baptized in. She hid her other names before she went under. When Nina rose from the death of her former self who would write poems about how the Holy Trinity could be understood during sex, when this part of her was put to death she walked away with the other converts into the new Sun emerging from over the hill, and forgot to retrieve the names she saved from being drowned. Nina didn’t check her back pocket until years later when the only name she found was the one given to her by her father the last time she visited him, ten years before he died. It had soiled and faded and she could no longer say it anymore because she couldn’t recall it from memory. The Scriptures had taken over every part of her that could once mouth over empty space and fill it with meaning. She promised to die and wait for God, the He, to tell her how to live. But after years had passed since she put her life to death, Nina found that she had never been given a new one to live, and that there seemed to be, as the days walking towards the new Sun progressed, less and less evidence of the other two names she once wore.