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.