Victoria’s Mom

Across one breast she inked “Victor”
yet she knew she’d only be true
to some future love, another Igor
in the moonlight or maybe a Nick or
Stefan she might meet might

ambush, or otherwise whack his way

across the other thumpin’ knocker, scrawl victor-
ious graffiti (Sharpie red with yellow flames)
meant to burn in eternal love – no angel, she
let fools rush in and out and eventually secured
succor with a suckling lass.

m&ms
& added vowels fixed the tat.