they  tell me: "we  are going  to shrink 
 you." i  don't  quite  like the  tone in 
 their  voices, like they are restraining 
 themselves. there  is  a hunger in  them 
 and  it wants  me  to shrink.  and  what 
 really   irks  me  is  that   so  do  i. 
                                          
 they  give  me  wristbands  and anklets, 
 made   of   some  strange  stone.  their 
      surface is swirling, like dark      
   thunderstorms trapped in glass, like   
 windows  into a smaller world,  close to 
 my  body  so  that  it can  see  clearly 
             whats in store.              
                                          
 they give me food: prawn-like bugs  that 
 make  my tongue curl with  satisfaction. 
 "out of  this world", i think, having no 
 frame of reference. i eat  only two, but 
      the bugs leave me suspiciously      
                satisfied.                
                                          
 they measure my clothes.  "you are going 
 to become about half  as big", they tell 
  me, barely controlling themselves with  
               anticipation.