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.