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.