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.