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.