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.