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.