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.