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.