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.