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.