Translation for Ishida’s poem written on 20170730 titled [talk it]. Please let me know if there are any mistakes or if you have any questions about the translation!

[talk it]

Once you lose almost everything, that’s when you realize what you’ve lost.

People pay more attention to what they don’t have over what they have.

A brief scoff leaked out, like the air was escaping from your throat.

Isn’t that right, you idiot?

The void becomes overcrowded

and you lick the back of the skull for a while,

the body painted white.

Only the lips pursed tightly into one, are desperately crimson.

Dried flowers faded of colour

are

arranged on the dining table.

That is your breakfast.

You do not need any nourishment

for the head has been harvested.

Hey, have you ever learned about love?

You stiffen each time you trace the nostalgic parts with your finger and tongue

like a dead rat, frozen stiff.

Your words are completely locked out

and that is why, without saying a thing, you merely continue to glare in front of you.

My dear, please put on a better display.



If you’re thinking of someone

and the tearless nights come,

The things that you love,

they will know them.

That child will know, she will know, he will know.

It’s fine to show your weakness.

Isn’t that more than enough?