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.