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.