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.