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.