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.