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.