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.