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.