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.