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.