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.