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.