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.