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.