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.