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.