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.