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.