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.