Scheming at the Mines

My marriage ended in divorce and an unpleasant division of property.

I’m not agreeing to an adventure like that again.

And besides, there are no perfect men. So I have a few.

With one, I dance; with another, I swim in the pool; with a third, I talk on the phone — and the fourth sings along with me in the shower.

There’s no place for a fifth in my life.

Or is there, after all?