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.