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.