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.