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.