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.