Sensible People

I saw her in the corner. She gave you a malicious stare. My hand, entwined in yours, became cold and clammy. She shuffled up to me. “If you was a sensible person, you’d leave that man.” Her teeth were yellow, and her skin was sagging off her bones. “He is no good.” Then you whisked me out to dance. I pushed aside her warning. I laughed and I danced and I twirled. I looked into your eyes. And, I saw a power hungry man. Your eyes glinted with pride. But, I am not a sensible person.