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.