Crossing a Line

I open the refrigerator door that
              my foster mother forbids me to touch. 

Her wooden spoon flies
              and as it strikes, 

I cry out–
             Your daughter stole a chocolate bar 

from the store. She shouts for her daughter
            who peers round the corner. 

She denies, then confesses–
           I only did it once! 

The spoon
            makes rose petals on her skin. 

When her father learns
            what she’s done 

he hits her so hard, the spoon breaks.
            I cry for him to stop 

promising never to touch
            their fridge again.