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.