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.