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.