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.