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.