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.