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.