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.