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.