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.