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.