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.