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.