Clench the disembodied tooth of your
solipsism in the womb of your fist
with your eyes closed
and let it bite your flesh.

In that eyes-closed world
you can feel the roots and ridges
pressing back
like a kicking fetus
that can't understand its own
existence,
much less the existence of anything
  else.

The blood of the world you don't
believe in is trickling
from between your fingers

your pain is leaching out
onto the living room carpet
into the stratosphere. And
as you and the tooth become
one in the dark
you can feel the fist of something larger
closing around you.