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.