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.