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.