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.