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.