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.