Not so long after
being a child,
“I’d rather
trade the spin
for drugs”,
she thought.

The top that spins
is like Coke,
nobody sees it
though there it is,
spinning.

The sequence of
the circumference that follows
are sleepless days,
sleepless nights,
like a clock that
spins and spins
non stop.

Not that anybody sees it,
again,
it’s still there.
Not that a single body
either sees
the denial
when I refuse to
take my meds.
Only I can tell,
well,
I’m the owner
of this game.

What can be told then?
My jittery attitude
is giving me a
bad name.
My bourgundy-coloured
nails,
dry fast,
fade fast.
The flat tire
on the left back
of mum’s car,
keeps crashing
every time.

Came home
high and went
by my old room,
saw the old
rusty,
spinning top.
Placed it in order
for the next time
I spin-out.

Fotografía por Abel Ibáñez G.

Florencia Faraone

I could be wrong. Founder & Editor of @moanzine

www.instagram.com/theflorencef/

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The easy way out does not exist.
Behold I stand in my writer’s chair,
holding an invisible dagger against my throat.
The needle in my hay.

This cure for the common cold
has nothing to do with me no more.
“I wish I was strong”, I pray.
I lack control.
Bow and arrow ain’t my sport.

Florencia Faraone

I could be wrong. Founder & Editor of @moanzine

www.instagram.com/theflorencef/

La entrada I’m done se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.

Worked in a highway,
east end 102.
Sealing roads,
chopping stone
with a dumb’s man ox.

Down home,
laid.
He’d play pool,
act too cool for school.

Come Johnny go get that fuel
the one you get
from a pill,
coloured blue.

He’d binge drink
on a solo Moscow Mule.
John Doe aren’t you,
just an
inevitable fool?

Florencia Faraone

I could be wrong. Founder & Editor of @moanzine

www.instagram.com/theflorencef/

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“Te levantas un día con miedo a vivir”, también Wurtzel. La ironía de Prozac Nation es mi realidad de todos los días. Tomo la pastilla verde religiosamente todas las mañanas hace meses. He llegado a sentirme feliz sin siquiera saber qué significa serlo. ¿Qué es? De verdad, la felicidad, ¿qué?

Pienso en un conejo persiguiendo una zanahoria que se dirige al abismo, que al acercarse un paso se aleja tres. Que al avanzar retrocede. La felicidad es esa hortaliza. “Rat race” es una expresión del inglés que describe a la locura de la vida moderna: una búsqueda incesante, contraproducente o inútil de una recompensa.

¿Seremos todos ratas? De seguro.

Florencia Faraone

I could be wrong. Founder & Editor of @moanzine

www.instagram.com/theflorencef/

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***

A radiant child,
is an easy mark.
So I’ve mastered
the art
and become
a child that’s vicious.
The devil’s touch
now ain’t suspicious.

***

Preachers say furies
are at home.
And home is where
most injuries occur.
Land of the wounds
carved by those we
trust the most.

***

I lay corrupt,
I am this country.
The long lost vision
of gone blind
democracy.

In my land there are
animals
in human form.
In packs like wolves,
howling at the moon.

***

The departure of the
infamous red pig.
The arrival
of the brave
blue bird.
Though the savvy
turned out to be
the birdbrained
in the greatest
of all showdowns.
With the greatest
of prizes
and rewards:
America.

A man who never believed
in churches of any sort
who curiously
had the courage
to call himself
“the chosen one”.

Florencia Faraone

I could be wrong. Founder & Editor of @moanzine

www.instagram.com/theflorencef/

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