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.