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.