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.