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.