”A hand grips my shirt and pokes at my back, steers me to the plank and I get on, walking somehow. The ship is leaving. I puke and hold on to the side of the stern and belch bile for a bit watching the water rush past, until land is out of sight. It’s peaceful for a small while after. Then something inside me feels like dying. I turn my head and cough. Two teeth skip from my mouth and scatter across the deck like dice.“

Excerpted from McGlue by Ottessa Moshfegh, recommended by Fence Book.

Read it for free tomorrow in Electric Literature’s weekly fiction magazine, Recommended Reading.

Yesterday I saw Eileen Myles read & we ( @ahleena & I) gave her two issues of Bedfellows Magazine. It was MAGICAL 💖🔮💖

Yr editors (@ahleena & me) & our main media maven ( @lablaag ) hanging at the last day of @philalalia #Bedfellowsmagazine ! Been a blast. See you at the closing offsite reading tonight!