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.