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.