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.