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.