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.