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.