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.