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.