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.