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.