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.