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.