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.