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.