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.