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.