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.