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.