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.