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.