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.