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.