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.