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.