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.