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.