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.