“The War for Gloria” Turns into Blackout Poetry Paranoia

For context, I hated this book I started. My “real” name may or may not be the same as the one on the front cover. I may or may not have had a moment of supreme paranoia at how closely the mother, Gloria, and I’s life resembled each other’s. I may or may not have read one too many traumatic paragraphs surrounding the life of this poor woman and, in one swift movement, ripped up the book. The author’s picture was torn from the cover, and his face lay in pieces outside in my lanai. I found the small piece that was his eye. I ate it. I’m not one for destroying books… but if you try to turn them into something else, then it must be okay. Here, we have some blackout poetry from the pages of this cursed text. The rest of the pages remain in a trash bag in my closet, waiting to be turned into something better for me to read.