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.