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.