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.