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.