-Ingrid Bergman
She walked into the restaurant
head held up high
until she saw the piano
and the man sitting at the piano.
She dreaded As Time Goes By
but too shy to ask for it
not to be played.
Now she walks slowly,
trying to blend in with the blonde wallpaper,
hide behind the lily plants, turn herself into a shadow
beneath the candles aglow
Or maybe it wasn’t the piano she feared
but the Americans there
who took away her Hollywood virtue
She drank an American Movie Martini Twisted with Sour lemons for nine years,
No longer Joan of Arc,
then slut shaming
No longer a nun,
but "a horrible example of womanhood and a powerful influence for evil."
No longer an American citizen,
now persona non grata.
Now no longer herself,
but Anastacia,
the only way to hide,
making the person you are not
visible.
© 2022 Christal Ann Rice Cooper
Christal Ann Rice Cooper is a newspaper writer, feature stories writer, poet, fiction writer, photographer, and painter. She has a Bachelor’s in Criminal Justice and completed all of her poetry and fiction workshops required for her Master’s in Creative Writing with a focus on poetry. She maintains a website at http://chrisricecooper.com. She, her husband Wayne, sons Nicholas and Caleb, cats Nation and Alaska reside in the St. Louis area.
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