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.