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.