Turns out it was his ambivalence
she couldn’t resist. Turns out she’d rather

get mistaken
for a bag lady than drive a vehicle through

the earth’s heart. Turns
out she might like to wear broad-rimmed sun

hats this summer the way she gave up winter
scarves at the end

of the millennium. Flux
isn’t passion, isn’t nearly

as exquisite
as changing her own mind.