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.