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.