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.