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.