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.